Sara's POV
"Are you not done playing with the girls yet?" I asked, watching the blue-eyed man dash around with Martha and Tamar like they were all children.
"Ah, I'll be right there!" Benjamin called back, laughing as Martha deliberately pressed her ample breasts against his arm and shot me a teasing glance.
Those brats…
For some time now, we had been locked in a silent war over Benjamin's attention.
At first, I thought it was just a silly game among those spoiled princesses.
But they had started causing real damage. Benjamin rarely slept in my room anymore. He went out with them constantly.
Even when I prepared his favorite delicacies, he only forced himself to eat a bit.
It was them against me.
So I decided to make myself into something premium—a high-value present that Benjamin would treasure more than those girls.
But how?
My plan was simple...
We walked together through a distant cave rich with crimson crystals, far from the Spire.
