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The excuse worked, and the king's thoughts took a completely different turn. Moreover, it was such a strong current that not even the most robust dam could withstand it. It was hard not to notice that his obsession with Futaba was extremely strong. Judging by his own words, all the attention that he used to distribute among his passions was now focused solely on her. And, considering His Majesty's most recent remark, it was worth hoping that his passion for Futaba would not subside anytime soon. Leila certainly found "Castiglione Castle" magazine interesting, but she wouldn't want to be on its pages. But for now, it seemed that she wouldn't face such attention from the monarch herself. Unless he decided to create a "complete color collection" for one of his heirs, to fulfill some kind of personal goal through them, and suddenly remembered "Green." Fortunately, the chances of something like that were also small, so she could breathe a sigh of relief. In response to the long and elaborate speeches about how great, beautiful, and wonderful Futaba was, Leila silently nodded, not daring to interrupt His Majesty's story. She wouldn't be able to put the same emotions into her replies about his wife as he did. And she had nothing to add.