Sister Lisa scratched her ear, even pressing it hard, as if to check whether she had just misheard something.
To her, Richard was the most unbelievable boy she had ever seen or heard of—but no matter what, in her eyes, he was still just a boy.
How could a boy have the audacity to want to get engaged to a fully grown princess?
"Richard, you—?" Lisa was at a loss for words.
But Richard simply kept pulling her along, hailing a carriage taxi, stepping inside, and instructing the coachman to take them to the royal palace.
Of course, the coachman assumed they just wanted to see the palace grounds, not enter it.
It wasn't uncommon for visitors from outside the capital to come there for sightseeing.
At night, the palace had a different kind of beauty—illuminated by bright, colorful lights from magical gemstones. But what drew the most attention were the star fireflies, nearly the size of sparrows, fluttering gracefully around the palace.
