"Those are my conditions, Prince Nolan. If you can meet them, I swear to God—I will stand by Princess Elina and remain loyal, even if it ends in defeat."
Orlan looked at Nolan sincerely, then bowed his head slightly, his hands tightly clasped together.
His posture alone conveyed the weight and urgency behind the conditions he had just presented.
"I see," Nolan said with a slight nod, leaning back into the sofa and crossing his legs.
His mind drifted, absorbed in Orlan's words.
Save his wife and cure his daughter, huh? he murmured.
Orlan's conditions were incredibly difficult—perhaps even impossible.
In his entire life, Orlan had only ever loved and married one woman.
Their bond was deep, built over years of affection and loyalty.
For the first five or six years of their marriage, they had no children.
Then, in their seventh year, his wife finally became pregnant. The news brought Orlan overwhelming joy.
