"I-I…" Lazarus was at a loss for words. He tried to find an excuse to sound less bad to Princess Arielle.
Now Lazarus could understand why Kael admired the princess so much. He lowered his head in shame, as he realized the girl was too white for his black life. Lazarus laughed heartily while wiping every trace of his fake tears. He scratched his head nonchalantly.
"I'm sorry for my impoliteness yesterday, princess… I haven't seen women in a long time, I spent years at sea… So I get a little excited when I see women," he explained with an embarrassed expression.
Arielle removed her hand from the man's shoulder. Lazarus's hair was longer than any man she had ever seen before. He had long brown hair that touched his shoulders. So, when the man lowered his head like he was now, his hair would hang down to form a curtain over his face.
"It does not matter. But I hope you don't do it again in the future."
