"Crown Prince, we're about to arrive at the capital in another half an hour." Curtis entered the room and informed him.
But soon, he became startled.
'Did I enter at the wrong time?' He wondered silently.
Inside the room, Leonard had his legs on Mirelle's lap.
He was lying on the bed while she was massaging his legs. Such an ambiguous position and action was hard for Curtis to not overthink.
'Why am I not born a woman?' Curtis cursed his fate silently. Had he been born a woman, then he could have been in that situation to serve the Crown Prince.
Amidst his bitterness, Leonard's voice resounded.
"Is there anything else to report?" He looked at Curtis in confusion.
Curtis shuddered for a moment.
"No, nothing else, Crown Prince." He composed himself and bowed.
Shortly after the bow, he immediately left the room.
As soon as he was outside the room, Curtis forbade the guards from entering. 'The Crown Prince and Lady Mirelle's relationship cannot be spread.'
