Lior was shocked by this, and his mouth remained wide open for a while as he just stared at the prince, not taking anything into consideration. He just looked.
Daemar stretched out his hand, bothered by Lior's unresponsive state, and waved it before his face. This managed to snap Lior out of it, and he now stared at the prince with life in his eyes.
He said, "I wasn't serious about what I sent. You shouldn't have taken it seriously. I was just telling you ways you could've gone about this shit."
"Fortunately, I took it seriously. Also, why don't you even want to consider fostering anything between us? I mean, I'm a prince—someone everyone would want to marry, especially being the one the emperor favors. I agree that I might not be his direct son, but I'm well-off, handsome, and okay. Why would you deny me?" Prince Daemar asked, analyzing the situation.
