In the middle of the night, Ryan and Benyamin were chilling on the second floor’s balcony, comfortably resting in inclined chairs. The moon and the stars provided a wonderful contrast against the sable sky. The cool breeze kept the mosquitoes away.

“Great Master, do I really have to do this?” Shadow asked, his voice slightly heavy.

“Do what?”

“Come in between Lord Benjamin and his spouse. I feel terrible just thinking about it.”

Ryan didn’t say anything.

“Lord Benjamin left his throne to escape from a woman, and that was a cowardly thing to do,” Shadow opined, “but he’s now keeping himself away from the throne because he found a woman he loved and wants to be with her more so than sitting on the throne. I can’t find fault in this.”

Ryan’s gaze turned colder than the moonlight. “Are you perhaps suggesting you’re watching the greatest love story of the century in action?”

“T-That’s not what I meant,” Shadow’s arms felt goosebumps all over.

“If his love for his wife is more than his love