Golden patterns were carved across the box surface while faint mana fluctuations leaked from within.
The moment Michael saw the box, his eyes shifted briefly to the ring on the princess's finger before returning to the box.
Upon seeing it, his mood improved slightly.
As expected.
What kind of person would personally come and apologize for something this serious without bringing compensation?
At least the royal family understood basic etiquette.
Michael maintained a calm expression outwardly. Princess Priscilla slowly pushed the box forward.
"This should contain enough sincerity from me."
Michael did not immediately open it.
Instead, his gaze briefly swept over the box before returning to the princess.
"From you? Not the royal family?"
"Though he is the Tenth Prince, not every action of a royal member is a representation of the royal family's interests. I am here today as an aunt on behalf of her nephew."
