2025-12-08 12:49:32Jay barely had time to enjoy the calm before chaos struck again. Luther hovered near him, pouring tea with meticulous precision, but his normally serene composure was fraying at the edges. Every time Jay shifted or laughed quietly, Luther’s hand twitched, and his chest heaved ever so slightly.
“You’re… cool,” Luther whispered again, this time unable to hide the tremor in his voice. “Good… good, Your Highness.”
Jay arched an eyebrow, eyeing his assistant with mild amusement. “You look like a storm about to break, Luther.”
“I-It’s nothing,” Luther stammered, though the way his fingers gripped the teacup a little too tightly betrayed him. “I just… I want to make sure you’re okay.”
Jay smirked faintly. Jealous? Seriously? Already? He leaned back, letting his gaze linger a fraction longer than necessary. Luther’s face turned crimson, and he nearly dropped the tray.
“I’m fine,” Jay said, teasing. “You can breathe now.”
The system sparkled in his vision, practically bouncing with excitement.
System 004: Ooh! Love tension detected! Emotions high! Perfect target-rich environment! Host, your heart is mine to poke!
Jay groaned. “Seriously, System, not now.”
System 004: Too late! Hearts incoming!
The commotion outside the window announced a new arrival. Horses clattered across the courtyard, hooves striking the stone with military precision. Jay blinked, standing quickly as the doors flew open to reveal a tall, impossibly handsome young man, his uniform immaculate, hair as dark as midnight, eyes sharp and piercing. His presence alone made the temperature in the room spike.
Ah, the Hot Prince inbound the system chirped, practically vibrating with caffeine-fueled energy.
Jay groaned inwardly. Of course. Why wouldn’t there be a hot prince arriving today?
The prince dismounted with practiced ease, black boots striking the floor in rhythm with the soft clinks of his ornate saddle. He glanced around briefly, and Jay could feel the intensity of his gaze like a physical weight.
“I am Prince Kael Evander of Aurelius,” he announced, bowing slightly, though the sharp tilt of his chin screamed command. “I apologize for the intrusion, but I wished to see Your Highness personally.”
His Alpha knight, tall and imposing, dismounted a heartbeat later. His expression was unreadable, cold, and slightly eerie. Black hair swept to one side, eyes like polished obsidian. There was something ancient about his demeanor, a rigid precision that made him almost… untouchable.
System 004: Host! Knight detected! Candidate #3! He’s stoic… a little intimidating… ooh, big age difference alert!
Jay tilted his head. “The knight…?”
Yes. Sir Malrik Kaelson the system. He’s ten years older than you by current body age. But if you use your past life age… six years younger than him. Odd paradox. Love tension… escalating exponentially!
Jay blinked. Great. I’m already confused, and now math is part of romance too.
Luther stepped slightly forward, positioning himself protectively near Jay. His expression was a mixture of pride, jealousy, and sheer panic. “Your Highness, may I-?”
Jay waved him off. “Relax, Luther. I think we’ve got plenty of overprotective shadows already.”
Yven jumped up, pointing dramatically at the newcomers. “The audacity! He’s just arrived and is already stealing your attention!”
Seraphine groaned. “He doesn’t even know him yet. How can you already be jealous?”
Aldrin shook his head, hands on his hips. “They’ll bicker endlessly until Host decides who’s allowed near him. This is going to take hours.”
Prince Kael stepped closer, his stride measured and confident. The sunlight glinted off the silver trim of his uniform. “I come bearing a message… and hope,” he said smoothly. “Your safety and happiness are my concern. Nothing more.”
The system twirled in Jay’s vision, practically vibrating.
System 004: Lies! LIES! Romantic tension 99%!
Jay snorted. “Right. Nothing more. Sure.”
Malrik, the knight, remained behind Kael, silent and unmoving. His eyes scanned the room, landing on Jay with a gaze so cold and precise it could cut glass. “Your Highness,” he said, voice deep and steady. “I am assigned to Prince Kael. My role is to ensure his protection.”
System 004: Host! Did you see that? Stoic alpha knight alert! Candidate #3! Dangerously handsome!
Jay’s eyebrows twitched. “I can see why the system is hyperventilating.”
Luther sputtered beside him. “Your Highness! Please, I am-”
The siblings were already launching into overdramatic commentary.
“Did you see the hair?!” Seraphine hissed, whispering. “So shiny!”
“He’s tall! Way taller than me!” Yven yelped.
Lucien groaned. “He’s even taller than Aldrin.”
Aldrin rolled his eyes. “Focus, people. Jay, they’re… well, complicated.”
Jay leaned back against the bed, exhaling slowly. Complicated is one word for it.
Prince Kael approached, kneeling slightly to meet Jay’s gaze. “I am aware this is sudden. But I promise, no matter what the circumstances, your choice remains yours. You alone will decide.”
Jay nodded slowly, appreciating the honesty. Malrik stayed beside Kael like a shadow carved from stone, eyes flicking over the siblings with quiet judgment.
System 004: Ohhhhhh, Host! Do you feel the sparks? HEARTS! INTENSE! CUPID ON OVERDRIVE!
Jay groaned, rubbing his temples. “System… seriously. Could you tone it down a notch?”
System 004: Impossible! Love tension detected! Must… enhance!
Luther muttered, looking like he wanted to combust. “Your Highness… they-no-this… I-”
Jay smirked, shaking his head. “It’s fine, Luther. Just… stay by my side. You’re still my favorite.”
Luther froze, eyes wide, and his jaw nearly hit the floor.
Meanwhile, Kael and Malrik exchanged curt nods, acknowledging each other silently. Their presence alone carried authority and danger, a contrast to the loud, chaotic warmth of Jay’s siblings.
Jay’s gaze flitted from the hot prince to the stoic knight, then to his trembling assistant, and finally to his dramatic, overbearing siblings. His chest tightened with a mixture of excitement, fear, and disbelief. I’m really living this life. And… I have choices.
The system sparkled ecstatically.
System 004: Target practice complete! Heartstrings pulled! Host is officially overwhelmed!
Jay let out a long breath and leaned back into the bed. “Okay… let’s see how this goes.”
The siblings erupted into a new round of over-the-top commentary. Yven dramatically fainted onto the rug. Seraphine clutched Jay’s shoulder. Aldrin pinched the bridge of his nose. Lucien muttered something about needing more coffee. And Luther… well, Luther looked like someone had just handed him a hurricane on a silver platter and told him it was all for Jay.
From the window, the sunlight continued to spill over the room, catching the glittering magic dust the system left in its wake. And somewhere deep inside, Jay realized this life would be chaotic, overwhelming… and maybe the first time in his life, it would be genuinely fun.
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