Hazel had a childhood friend that she constantly proposed to when she was still young… While it was true that she liked the caring, delicate and intelligent young master, she had long figured out her place once she became an adult. He is the precious youngest son of the duke’s family while she was the daughter of a mere baron, only in name. There will absolutely be no marriage in this lifetime. Coming back to her hometown with determination. Her sole goal to admire the physical beauty of men in public spaces (fighting arenas) and grope the chest of royal hunks. “So what I meant was that, it’s not like yours but like… huh?” To show that he wasn’t her ideal type anymore, she poked his chest- “What is this…?” “Haze, I’m sorry. Are you mad? Do you want to touch my chest?”