Harry woke up, his eyes blank in that dark room, those four walls also painted in black. He looked up at the ceiling only to scorn at the same blackness.
"Ahh, is it a new dungeon cell for special criminals?" He thought scratching his head, his fingers caressing the hairs lengthened up to his shoulders, giving him the first dose of shock.
'Wait, when did, when did my silks grow this long!' He thought, tensed about the new look, the one which his girls may hate!
While flicking them back, he touched his shoulders only to gulp a vile and his brows shot up sensing the muscles completely torn apart, even his arms felt slender and untoned.
"Oh, gosh! How can I loose my weight? This will totally affect my overall look!" Ranting up, he got up from the bed, his feet landed on the floor, which was softer than those in cells he visited in the first sovereign.
"Did sister Ely, create this room specially for me?" He mused, cropping his own convictions.
And before he could dilute those thoughts into reality, the door flung open with that beam of light ray forcing him to shut his artificially blue eyes.
"Omg Omg Omg, you are up!" That mellow voice amused him, his hopes almost stimulating those sleeping androgens inside.
The girl, pretty for sure rushed towards him, hugging him as tightly as she could.
Harry blinked in confusion, but when her hands tightened around his back, the world stopped for him, his smile widening with crazy thoughts.
He immediately wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the moment to his pleasure.
"I I thought, I I thought you will never wake up." The girl wept, her tears lightly started staining his clothes.
"I was af-af-afraid to the core." She added, sobbing all her emotions out.
Harry just smiled while his hands slowly patted her head, that mischief lastly wrapping around her waist.
'She seems around 18!'
He thought while the poor soul looked at him in confusion. She felt uncomfortable as HER fingers held her waist firmly but the joy, that happiness of seeing HER alive overflowed the other emotions.
"Sit here," Harry asked and then blinked in confusion. Something was off with his voice!
"Did sister send you here?" He asked and Azar nodded, sitting on the bed while he squatted in front of her.
"She asked me to do the routine check." She added, wiping out her tears.
"Hahaha, She? Look at you, so bold to address the imperial queen!" He laughed out loud, almost stumbling back in shock.
Why the hell was his voice so feminine!!!!
Thinking that she may dislike this different voice, he weirdly cleared, "Sorry, I think my throat is infected staying in this dungeon!"
"Dungeon?" Azar gasped, blinking in confusion as this was the only place Moon loved the most.
"Moon, are you really fine?" She further asked, touching HER forehead with the back of her hand.
"Moon? Woah, I like that nickname!" Harry chuckled, making her eyes almost pop out of those little sockets.
Tears almost rushed out of her eyes while her hand went cold in tension.
"You, you wait here!" Azar got up and rushed out closing behind the door.
"Ahh, she is quite cute!" He commented scratching his forehead which was softer than before.
He touched his face, almost stumbling back in fear, the diamond shape he had was... was now small and drained out of the charm he was proud of.
He pressed his lips, the soft ones thinner than before between his fingers. He stretched the same trying look at them and the same moment, the door opened.
The three girls widened their eyes, making weird faces looking at how he was holding his lips.
He blinked and the next moment, withdrew his hands and observed the three, their face to be exact which were visible in that black room.
The tallest of all, walked somewhere and pressed a button instantly lifting the golden lamps hung on either side off the bed as well the ones inside the closets around.
Harry took a turn, his own time to admire this new brand dungeon, it was quite a fascinating room completely different from the ones in his palace as well as in the whole kingdom.
"Is it a new type of art? Who is the engineer?" He asked gawking the very first thing he saw in this 21st century, in the body of Moon!
"I must praise for this awesome craft." He added with a smile.
"I am not sure if this is also followed in the palaces of England!" He thought again, like a prince from the 20th century.
"Wait, did the Queen of United kingdom visit us?"
"I am sure it was during the next full moon!" He asked crossing his arms behind his back, like a royal prince almost freaking them out.
"Have you lost your mind, Moon?" The girl standing beside Azar murmured which he sure heard clearly.
"Who gave you the right to talk me in such an absurd manner?"
"Even though I am sentenced to die here alone, I am still a prince, keep that in mine!" Harry spoke ignoring the mellow voice he currently had.
All the three closed their mouths completely shook by this new attitude, Moon was currently vibing with.
Satisfied by the reactions which he garbled as their regret, Harry added, "I will forgive you, since you are pretty!"
Pointing at Azar, he continued, "Bring the Imperial Physician, I need him to treat my vocal box which seems infected."
Azar blinked at Moon(Harry) then at the girl beside her and at her nod, she rushed out to call Dr. Derrick.
And within a minute, the doctor came inside with his serious face.
"Yo-You-You!" Harry stuttered taking a step back looking at the doctor, who was the general back in his world.
And as the doctor took a step forward, he moved back in defense and babbled out, "Look, General! You know me very well! I didn't, I never I never mistreated your wife. It was her wish,"
He moved back while the doctor widened his eyes in concern which mostly seemed like a death warning for Harry.
"Even though my sister isn't on my side, I am still her only sibling! So, don't you dare try to harm me! She is will for sure murder you!" He added, taking one more step behind.
And when the doctor just squinted his eyes, he begged like a abandoned hound,
"Please, I am I am already suffering in this dungeon! I didn't didn't even call these girls, I also don't know how I ended up here from the cell in the palace, I am innocent, completely innocent please leave me. Let me suffer here."
The more he pleaded the more the doctor's expression darkened so did the girl's standing behind.
"You don't need to scare! It's fine, I am happy that you are finally up." The doctor tried all he could with a forced smile which more was a sneer for Harry.
"Wha-what-what? Why? Why would you you be happy?" He asked, his eyes fell on the mirror vase behind which reflected the clothes he wearing.
Surprised by the pinkish colored top on that vase, his eyes scanned down on the clothes he, oops wait SHE was wearing. The short pajama only up to her thighs, clearly flaunted her milky slender legs, his eyes moving to the most important part, widening in terror.
"Where is my,? He murmured touching his groin almost screaming out in shock. He bent down and searched for the same not sure where his pride went intensifying everyone's tension in the room.
"No-No-No way!" He slumped on the floor with a thud, tears almost dancing in the corner of his eyes.
Looking up at the doctor, he grieved, "Why? Why? Of everything you had to cut my pride!"
"Why? Just why?" He groaned pulling his hair out in frustration
"What is wrong with her?" Even the doctor, nothing but the reborn general mumbled, rubbing his neck in confusion!