Chapter 23

Prince Yialos had striking golden irises thus when Aeon looked a little closer under the i******** of the befalling night sky embellished with stars and moon, the little child looked even more delicate and beautiful causing Aeon’s heart to clench, after all it was not every day than an angel came to him.

“Where does the little lord lives? May this one respectfully help you to reach your abode.” If it was his mother, Yialos would have been reprimanded heavily for taking the hand that was held out by the older boy of unknown origins, yet when those cerulean irises stared at him with warmth, the young prince could not refuse.

Aeon walked with him coming out of the alleyway and proceeded in the east direction as pointed at.

“Do you still wish to buy that butterfly fabric?” Harmonious steps that followed one another seemed to be in sync.

“Th-this one must buy it…my mother said that older sister loved butterflies, when she returns she must have it indeed!” Yialos d