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"Eros must have shot him with another arrow for Apollo found him in love once more with another mortal. "


After all the pleasantries have been dealt with and with Liber having his stomach filled with a hearty breakfast, Catalan escorted the young prince to the manor's drawing room where its mistress awaited. Catalan kept his arms folded the entire way as he considered it a nuisance to serve his brother. If it weren't for the orders of Midas, he wouldn't do such a thing. In another angle, he wouldn't be obeying the man if he did not hold special feelings of affection for his daughter.

Yes that is right. Eros must have shot him with another arrow for Apollo found him in love once more with another mortal. Things have gone wrong in the past for he revealed himself wholly to Daphne. The poor girl had the misfortune of fearing the god terribly enough to be transformed into a tree in order to escape from the yearning god.

Perhaps if he would blend into the mortal life and would be viewed as a human, Marygold may find the heart to accept him one day.

And perhaps when that day finally comes, he wouldn't be feared.

"We are here, Lord Crasi." Catalan nonchalantly informed as Liber straightened out his purple suit and cleared his throat. Irritated as Liber eyed the door for him to open, Catalan reluctantly twisted the knob in order for Liber to enter. Honestly, now. The little devil would do anything to get under his sibling's skin.

I honestly hope I wouldn't need to step in order to discipline them.

Liber was greeted by surprise as he saw an alluring young woman clad in lilac likened to the flower name bestowed upon her at birth. The flowing nature of her gown emphasized her beautiful structure though it was a pity that she had to lean on an ebony cane on both hands. Her handmaiden, Leandra, faithfully stood by her side as she held onto the wheelchair of her mistress. Without a doubt, the youthful beauty in front of him had to be the daughter of Midas, the proud heiress of all his riches. His attention was captivated completely by the graceful aura that Marygold exuded. The lass' foamy stygian black curls bounced with every little movement and it was nothing less of an adorable feature as it fitted well with her golden spectacles.

It somehow baffled Liber that Midas contrarily described her as an enthusiastic and high spirited child. She seemed so mature and refined a first glance but perhaps, it was only Midas who thought of that. It would definitely delight him to know the lady for himself. He could wonder what sort of face would Marygold bare before him.

"You are more beautiful in person, my lady." Liber heartily complimented as he bowed. He would have loved to implant a kiss on her delicate hand but her condition has prevented the possibility.

"My warmest thank you, sir." Marygold replied as she performed a half curtsy in respect for the prince of Greece. Silence made its debut as they eyes met and smiles formed on their lips. That exact moment felt surreal to Marygold as she felt a godly ambience from Liber. For once in her entire life, her father was right in his reference to the myths. If Dionysius were to descend, he would be embodied perfectly by Liber.

Unbeknownst to her, she was meeting the god himself.

"Shall we now tour the mansion?" Catalan suggested as jealousy crept into his mind. Seeing how Marygold was fazed by the handsome features of his stepbrother was completely unacceptable to him. He was almost tempted to release his prowess in order to gain an equal stand but he was halted by his rational thinking.

"Perhaps, there is no more need. I would rather spend the day with such a beautiful maiden." Liber politely declined the offer as he found the target of his objective. To whom would he learn more of Midas than the people who had been with him for the longest time? Somehow, he was glad that he mentioned that he would like to tour the mansion. It saved him the boredom of accompanying Midas into his company and watch his fake self as he interacted with people, all ensnared by his flair and deceitful promises.

"This room is rather dull to hold a conference with his royal highness. Would you like to have our chat in our rose garden, my lord?" Marygold offered as she stepped closer towards Liber. The young lord couldn't agree more with the young lady's statement as beautiful scenery would befit her more. Moreover, as a deity of the Earth, he revels more in the greeneries rather than the confined drab spaces.

"I would love to indulge in your offer, my lady." Liber happily obliged as he excused himself and walked past her. This surprised Marygold and much more Leandra as he took the handles of her wheelchair from her grasp. A vein throbbed at Catalan's forehead as he watched the antics pulled by the unpredictable bastard.

"Your father spoke of your condition and unfortunately, walking required tedious effort even as you recuperate. Please allow me to take you there, my lady." Liber extended his aid sincerely as he smiled at the dame.

"Please, I-" Marygold attempted to protest but Liber immediately produced a Marigold flower from his violaceous tuxedo and gave it to the startled lady. What kind of Earth god would he be if he could not procure exquisite flowers? Perhaps, Liber thought, this gesture of him would soften the formal tension between them and Marygold would finally let him assist her.

"I must highly insist. " Liber pressed further as he left Marygold with no choice but to oblige.

"I offer you my deep gratitude then, my kind lord." Marygold cordially responded as heat rose up to her cheeks.