Prince Evan was seated gazing afar through the window.

"And all the wealth and riches were transferred to you according to the last will of your father, Emperor William," said Stephen, his butler.

"The Emperor doesn't make any arranged marriage for you; that means you are free to choose among the noblewomen who will capture your icy stone heart." He said merrily as a cheesy line that you will often read in a cliché novel.

The room was silent until the Crown Prince spoke. "So, should I be grateful for that?" He said in a poker face while still gazing outside.

He turns his eyes to Stephen. "He transfers his problems," he said plainly, directing in a blunt point.

"Sire, I as well believe in you the same as your deceased father." He said.

"Will you stop seasoning it with flowers and butterflies?" He set his gaze outside the window once again.

Stephen has been his butler since he was 7 years old and desires nothing but the best for him.

`Up until now I need to deal with your mess, tsk," Prince Evan thought.