In the hushed ambiance of the study room, the trio found themselves in an unexpected confrontation. Seated on the couch, Chanyeol and Eungi exchanged a silent dialogue, their expressions conveying a myriad of emotions. The weariness etched on Prince Chanyeol's face cast a haunting pall over the room, its presence palpable, holding all within its grasp.

The butler, a silent sentinel amidst the tension, navigated the delicate balance between the enigmatic prince and the determined Lady Kwon Eungi. His gaze, a careful observer of the unfolding scene, bore witness to the silent interplay of power and emotion that hung heavy in the air.

On Kwon Eungi's side, an overwhelming sense of joy enveloped her as she found herself in such close proximity to Park Chanyeol. Her heart threatened to burst with the sheer excitement of the moment. Unable to contain her admiration, she marveled at the prince's features – his seemingly impassive expression masking a countenance that possessed a magnetic allure.

His black, slicked-back hair framed a face of undeniable beauty, an aesthetic perfection that resonated with an underlying strength. Prince Chanyeol's lean figure reclined on the couch, his stoic presence casting an enigmatic spell that added a mysterious aura to the room.

"My lady Eungi, what did you..." the butler began, his attempt at conversation hanging in the air, a gentle ripple of curiosity permeating the room. However, before he could finish, Eungi interjected with a resolve that demanded attention.

"I want to be Prince Chanyeol's wife," she declared, her words cutting through the hushed ambiance with a blend of unwavering clarity and directness.

"Lady, you see our Prince is not feeling well. How could you..." Once again, the butler's words were met with Eungi's unyielding interruption. Undeterred, she reached for Chanyeol's right hand, her touch firm yet tender as she clasped it with both of hers. The room seemed to shift, a subtle current of determination and warmth altering the previously tense atmosphere.

As she was gazing sweetly at Chanyeol's face, Eungi's actions aimed not just to convey her intentions but to bridge the emotional gap that lingered in the room. The butler, navigating the delicate balance of duty and unfolding dynamics, observed as Eungi's unwavering resolve brought a flicker of attention to Chanyeol, a shift in his otherwise impassive demeanor.

"I am committed to your happiness, regardless of your condition. I will stand by you through thick and thin. Please, marry me." she declared with fervor, her words carrying the weight of sincerity and an unwavering commitment, brushing aside any notion of desperation that might be perceived by both the butler and the still-lifeless Prince Chanyeol. As she delicately caressed Chanyeol's soft hand, an unspoken joy welled within her heart, finding solace and bliss in the simple act of holding his hand.

"It's up to my butler, Kael." Chanyeol withdrew his hand with an indifferent expression, making his declaration before exiting the room, leaving Kael and Eungi immersed in an intriguing conversation.

"So, your name is Kael?" Eungi inquired, sparking Kael's enthusiastic nod.

Unexpectedly, Kael reached for Eungi's hand, his eyes b with gratitude for her role as a knight, saving Prince Chanyeol's life.

"Thank you, Lady. You saved our Prince. But... how did you know that he was about to take his life?" Kael, though perplexed, expressed genuine appreciation.

"Not entirely sure, but I want to marry him. Would you agree?" Eungi stated, veiling her true intentions of seeking revenge for the wrongs committed by Minho and Cindy. Observing Kael nodding with shining eyes, she forged ahead.

"When do you want to get married, my Lady? Perhaps next month?" Kael proposed, reaching for a notebook on the table, eager to document the potential union between Prince Chanyeol and Eungi, sensing the determined woman's capability to bring joy to the Prince's life.

"Tomorrow," Eungi declared, catching Kael off guard.

"But the Crown Prince's ceremony is scheduled for seven consecutive days. How can we..." he began to question.

"Make it possible, Kael. You can do it," Eungi asserted, her confidence radiating, setting the stage for an unconventional yet determined path toward marriage.

After hearing the urgent request from Kwon Eungi, a surge of adrenaline propelled Kael through the grand corridors of the palace. His hurried footsteps echoed against the opulent walls as he sprinted as fast as his legs could c