Noticing how muted he had gotten staring at her, she waved. "Your Eminence?"
"Oh, yes, yes. I am going for a meeting with my brothers." Cargan snapped out of his reverie.
She nodded with a jovial smile. "I have watched every documentary about you. I know your style of dressing now." She said.
Cargan raised a brow, not getting her point.
"Can I help you pick an outfit?" She asked in a plea, eyes bulging out like puppies.
Hell, how could he say no to that? Not with that look on her face. But then again, he wouldn't want to be ranked low again after the meeting today.
He wanted the best-dressed Prince this time. Best dressed or nothing. Celio's voice rang in his ears. 'Love, that say, is sacrifice.'
"Yes, you can. I'll be happy if you help me select my outfit, Blue-haired one." He found himself blurting.
She however jumped up with delight. "Look, Your Eminence. You just smiled!"
Did he?
