“You mean like...love?” Millium asked. A few steps ahead, Nyarlathotep, with her wolf-like ears, had heard overheard the conversation and couldn’t help but snicker. Ryula only nodded in answer, her pale face blushing slightly. Millium, rather flummoxed at the revelation, wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to the girl. He had lived as a prince in the shadow of his heroic father and mother.