A royal lord with an unusual habit of sniffing out scents keeps his assistant close at hand, and she must navigate the awkward, charged dynamic between them. As their professional relationship blurs into something more personal, she struggles to keep her composure around a boss whose attention is impossible to ignore.
I'm not going to last much longer. Grandpa, don't say that. Then go see a doctor. Your pheromone disorder is treatable, but you won't even try.
Am I supposed to die before I get a great-grandchild? Grandpa, we've been over this. It doesn't work that way. Oh, Lord, is one great grandchild too much to ask? Good Lord.
He looks just like you did as a little boy. Grandpa, stop it. You're going to scare him. Leo! Sorry, mister!
Run a DNA test. I want to know if that boy is my great-grandson. Your highness DNA results are back. He's really my son? That Omega from that night? He's one of us? Thank God! The house of Stuart finally has an
There! Lock down the capital! I want every available man looking for that boy! Bring him back to me! Now!