A clear sky devoid of any trace of air pollution revealed stars in a manner that had never been seen before in his life. Red and blue stars participated in decorating this black canvas.

"Truly beautiful."

On this dark night, there was no ground light except for the palace he was in. It was truly an artistic masterpiece. Maimoun had heard of such scenes existing in his world, but they were only seen in remote areas with clear, uninhabited skies.

"And... this moon!"

Certainly, he had never heard of a moon of this size or emitting such light. It was a massive moon, more than half the size Maimoun knew, emitting a silvery-blue light that enchanted the beholder. This moon turned this artistic canvas into a work of art.

"Praise be to the one who allowed me to see such a world," Maimoun thought, awed by the creativity and power that gave him this opportunity.

With such a scene, it was clear what someone enamored with breathtaking nature would do. He returned to his room, brought out a chair, placed it on the balcony, leaned back, and contemplated the beauty of the Creator. He knew everything was spinning in his head, or at least that's what he believed. What was certain was that this world he now lived in couldn't compare to the real paradise, yet it was the most beautiful sight he had seen in his relatively short life.

Silence filled the place, and the noise Maimoun brought with him when he moved the chair to the balcony had long vanished. The silence of the night was now filled with the soft sounds of insects familiar to Maimoun's ears and the almost imperceptible noises of the palace's inhabitants from inside. Yet, these soft sounds seemed to add tranquility to the night.

Maimoun felt peace for the first time since beginning his life in this world. He had been busy all day with various matters, waking up in a place entirely strange to him. Not only that, he found that his body had become unfamiliar to him. Then he heard noises from outside, only to find people who were no longer part of his world. He realized he was in a strange state, almost as if it were a kind of reward or test.

Then came his first task, the consequence of not completing it being that he would become effeminate. Even if he was mistaken, he truly believed it. In the midst of completing his task, he encountered a real effeminate for the first time, nearly losing his composure. To rid himself of this, he sent him to the palace, unaware that he had brought trouble to his home until he finished the first task.

Then came the second task, which turned out to be related to that effeminate and the fiancée of the previous owner of this body, who was now his fiancée. He began running again for the sake of another person, barely succeeding. If he had taken a little longer, the girl would have been mentally shattered, and there would have been no opportunity to fix things. Then came Fayte's father, with suspicions in place, and if not for his mixed lies, he would not know where he was now.

"It's been a very long day, with so many unexpected and dangerous things happening, but a scene like this truly deserves it."

Maimoun felt peace enveloping his soul and decided to remain silent and contemplative for this moment.

"Just let the silence prevail," Maimoun planned to do at that moment.

The period of silence that Maimoun enjoyed alone did not last long before a knock came at the door, taking away that beautiful silence. Although he cherished such moments, Maimoun had no choice but to leave this state he valued in order to answer the caller.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Stella."

"Stella? Please come in."

"With your permission."

Stella entered Maimoun's dark room and found him sitting alone on the balcony, surrounded by an aura of solitude and contemplation that made her feel strange about this scene.

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"Is everything alright, Fayte?"

Maimoun understood that Stella was asking about why the room was dark and why he was sitting alone on the balcony. Stella knew that Maimoun was the one who turned off the lights, but she didn't know why he did so. She didn't know that he did it to fully enjoy this night.

"Stella, come and sit with me. It's a quiet night, and these artificial lights only detract from its beauty. So, forget about them and come sit with me to watch the moon."

Although such a request from Maimoun was unexpected, Stella couldn't miss such an opportunity to strengthen her relationship with her future husband. Without further thought, she also brought a chair and placed it next to Maimoun, sitting down.

As Stella sat down, she began to think about the kind of conversation she would start to engage with him, but she quickly changed her mind when she saw that he was focused on watching the sky.

'I wonder, what happened to my fiancé to change him like this?'

She couldn't stop this question from appearing in her mind, with all the unexpected events of the day and remembering how different Fayte was just a day ago. Before, he was cold and emotional towards others, loud when scolding, indifferent to those around him. But now, just seeing this tranquility surrounding him and the aura of solitude and dignity enveloping him, which increased his charisma, Stella suddenly felt her face grow warmer.

'At any rate, let's enjoy sitting in silence. My mother told me that even just sitting with family without any meaningful conversation strengthens bonds.'

After suppressing her questions and emotions, she walked in her fiancé's footsteps and stopped thinking about anything else. She simply sat there in silence, enjoying this intoxicating feeling of tranquility.

Time passed without them noticing, and neither of them exploited it for acquaintance or flirting. They simply enjoyed each other's company in the quiet darkness of the night, surrounded by the beauty of the moon surrounded by countless stars. Then, once again, a knock came on the door, interrupting the state they were in.

"They are determined to interrupt me today," Maimoun said to himself before speaking, his annoyance increasing more than the first time, but not reaching the point of anger.

"Who is it?"

A maid's voice came from behind the door, "Young master, dinner is ready."

"Why so quickly?"

"...Not good, Fayte. We are late for dinner, and Father must have been waiting for us for a while."

Maimoun was surprised by how quickly dinner time had arrived, especially since he hadn't felt the passage of time while enjoying these contemplative moments. As for Stella, she had only just remembered the reason for her initial arrival here. Originally, she had wanted to go to dinner early with Maimoun to ensure that father is the last one arrive, as it would have been polite not to let the younger generation keep the elder waiting.

"Alright, let's go now."

Maimoun really wanted to spend more time here, but he had no choice besides that he had promised Somay dinner together. It would be impolite to go back on his word.

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Soon enough, the two arrived at the dining hall with a long table that could comfortably accommodate many individuals, yet only one person was seated at it—Somay.

On this massive table, only three cups were set—one in front of Somay, one to his right, and one to his left, surrounded by many servants including Baya and Sina.

"Finally, you've arrived. I thought you both didn't want to join us anymore."

As soon as the two arrived, everyone there began looking at them surreptitiously, except Somay, who looked at them openly, smiling at them. Everyone in the palace had heard about what happened with Stella today and how she would have been ruined if it weren't for her fiancé, who was originally the cause of what happened in the first place.

The part related to Fayte causing trouble for the servant was a normal and unsurprising thing for the staff to know about their young master, but what they didn't understand was how Fayte stood with Stella and prevented something he originally wanted to happen. So they looked at them covertly, hoping to find evidence to prove or disprove the rumors spreading in the palace.

They were shocked by what they saw: Stella walking alongside her fiancé, exchanging words, showing clear signs of affection and compatibility. Not only that, but they also admired Stella's new appearance with envy—a beautiful red dress that perfectly enveloped her body, enhanced by her natural beauty, which was accentuated with a little self-care. The whole look was completed by an amethyst necklace that looked perfect on her, especially with her violet eyes.

Women's natural goal was beauty, so it was easy for anyone to know that most of the women there were pressing their hidden hands together, wishing they were in the Stella's place. The latter was unaware of any of these thoughts, being occupied with conversation with Maimoun.

"Forgive us, Father, for being late for dinner and leaving you waiting."

"No worries. Come and sit here."

Sumai gestured to Maimoun on his right, then shifted his gaze to Stella.

"Stella, my beautiful daughter, this necklace truly suits you. Come and sit here."

"Hehe, thank you, Father.", She then happily sat on the servant's left, feeling euphoric from the praise.

"Let's start the meal."