150 Reminds me of the greenhouse

"Joaquin."

Aries shot Joaquin, the crown prince of the Maganti Empire, a side-eye. The corner of her lips curled up, biting it slightly to suppress it from stretching.

"What a lovely name," she praised modestly. "Even as slow-witted as I am, the name fits the person who carries it."

Exalted. That was the meaning of this proud one's name.

"Not as lovely as yours." He shrugged, stretching his arm over the settee's backrest, flashing her a playful smirk. "Although I heard you were known by your first name in Haimirich, not by your second name."

"Would you like to address me in the name everybody calls me?" her brow arched as she held the wineglass before her lips, eyes on him.

Aries watched the side of his lips stretch. No matter how she genuinely abhor this man who was breathing the same air as her, she couldn't deny that his looks were pleasing in the eye.