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ToTRF II

"Ron."

"Yes, your highness?"

"Am I no longer that attractive?"

"Why even ask the obvious?" Ron dumbfoundedly asked while peeling some lemons. There was a portable stove in the hall that the father-son duo went on to do some barbecuing on it. The smell was so good that the children came in line waiting for their turn to be fed.

As principle as it may be, children come first.

"That smells nice." Robbit was already salivating when he looked at the corner where Ron, Hans, and Vicross were.

Soon, one of the tiger cubs handed him one stick.

"Pat him." Alver mouthed.

Robbit smiled and patted the tiger cub while thanking him.

"What made you think that, Your Highness?"

"My Baby has grown bored with his Hyunnie."

"I... see."

Rosalyn laughed, "even Lemonade Gramps was at loss!"

Alver looked at the old man, who offered him some lemon tea. He looked at it as if it were an enemy, but drank it anyway.

"It is normal for children to have playmates who are not their siblings."

Ron looked at the screen. Everyone had fallen silent as Ron smiled benignly and said, "I've prepared some lemonade for the barbeque."

Everyone flinches and wanted to run away, too bad there were no doors present. Even the side that was previously without lemons were filled with baskets of lemon.

"This the worse and most terrifying moment I have had in life." Cale snorts.

Alver looked at Ron and asked, "Normal?"

"Yes," Ron replied confidently, "the Young Prince is at the age of discovery and forming relationships with others."

"Relationship?" Alver scowled.

"Ahem," Ron said, feigning a cough, "friends."

"So overprotective," Robbit comments, his attention fully on the screen.

"Yes... Friends..." Alver said again as he looked in the mirror. "right.. friends..."

"May I ask, your highness, what did you think of the kind of relationship our little prince would have?" Ron looked at him and asked carefully.

"I'm not even going to think about it."

It's because Callen has always been drawn to gold and precious metals, as well as attractive people. Even the thought of someone being by his baby's side irritates him to the bone. His adorable Callie—he's too young to even think he can leave his side yet!

"That's overprotection, Your Highness," Ron observes as he opens the door for the little master searching for his Hyunnie.

"Why is Lord Cale so adorable there!" the ladies kept saying as they gazed at the black-haired prince.

Alver made every effort not to lose his cool. His attractive features broke into a forced smile. He weighed thousands of reasons why he should delegate his work to Robbit and protect his precious baby brother for the day. He can't have it! He has to be his baby's favorite person! Not even the jovial Robbit could compete!