Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 92: Making It Easier for Them to Rehearse Together

Director Dayne showed deep appreciation in his eyes and said to the makeup artist, "Not bad, any other options?"

"There are ten more styles to choose from."

"Try them all, take plenty of photos, and we can choose together tomorrow."

"Okay."

After explaining some precautions, Director Dayne had a special tent set up for Maeve Lane and Julian Fairchild, right on the set where the child actors were performing, so they could be seen at a glance.

The filming schedule was notified well in advance, allowing the two of them to communicate and act together more easily.

Maeve Lane lifted her eyes and imagined herself as the character in the drama, pondering the character’s psyche.

While she was watching them, Julian Fairchild slightly turned his body and subtly shifted his gaze to Maeve Lane.

From her smooth forehead to her somewhat cool crimson lips.

This style suited her well.

Dazzling... it was hard to look away.

The first scene of "Rivers and Mountains as Usual" officially began shooting as a flashback.

"Who are you?"

Eliza Grant’s hand trembled as she touched the bamboo whistle, instinctively searching for the source of the voice.

Director Dayne looked satisfied with the young actor’s expressive power.

Eliza Grant looked up, seeing a young man in a white robe standing before her, with well-crafted, handsome features, like a jade figure sculpted from snow, yet his expression was arrogant, and his eyes revealed a natural nobility.

"I’m talking to you?" The boy’s face was displeased, his voice exuding intimidation.

"Ethan Grant, hostage from the Kingdom of Quincy." Eliza Grant spoke briefly and then fell silent. After all, he was only nine years old. National duty was still a vague concept. He only knew that despite his mother’s tearful pleas, his father sent him to the Celestial Dynasty as a hostage, vaguely knowing that this was an unwelcome status.

Just like in the Kingdom of Quincy, where he was the least favored one.

Thinking of this made Eliza Grant quite sad. After bracing the journey in the snow for so long, his body was a bit overwhelmed. The mother who cared for him the most was not by his side, and he couldn’t even get a bowl of hot soup. He could only sit in front of the cold palace, waiting for the attendants to bring food.

"Did you come here seven days ago?" The boy came closer, his beautiful eyes shining brightly as he looked at him.

Eliza Grant nodded as he looked at him.

"I’m Miles Monarch."

Of course, Eliza Grant knew of Miles Monarch. Before he even arrived at the Royal Capital, he had heard of this Crown Prince whom the Emperor cherished like his own eyes. Although the Celestial Dynasty was in decline, its status still far exceeded that of the Six Kingdoms. The Celestial Dynasty’s Crown Prince also held a very distinguished position.

When Miles Monarch was born, nations came to celebrate, and the banquets lasted for forty-nine days, with rare treasures filling Volantis Palace.

But linking this snowy, tender figure in front of him with Miles Monarch, he was still a bit surprised.

At that moment, Eliza Grant’s stomach inappropriately grumbled, and he lowered his head somewhat shyly.

"Haven’t you eaten yet? Where is the nurse from your palace?"

"There is... no nurse in my palace."

Miles Monarch looked at him in surprise, "So you’re living here alone?"

"Yes"

Miles Monarch said nothing, brows furrowed solemnly.

"Would you like to..." the tender voice sounded again.

"Move into Volantis Palace to live with me?"

He paused, adding, "Our winters here are much colder than in your Royal Capital. Why not move here? I’ll look after you from now on, and you won’t be bullied anymore."

"Why?" The hand that had been holding the bamboo whistle paused as Eliza Grant looked at him blankly, "Isn’t this against the rules?"

Miles Monarch retreated two steps, his gaze fixed on Eliza Grant, silently relaxing his neck, which was slightly aching from looking up for so long, "No reason, I find you pleasing to the eye."

"Just as my father is choosing companions for my studies, your quiet demeanor is more to my liking than those pampered and noisy noble children."

Eliza Grant was about to speak when Miles Monarch interrupted impatiently, "You only need to answer whether you’re willing or not, regarding my father, I am the rules."