Damien had promised the princess that he would meet her at the same spot in the evening and she had happily agreed.
Now the first impression was not gone since she registered him as an old man.
She doesn't even know his eye color since she was too focused on his wonderful bond.
He ran a hand through his shaven jaws. The large pile of beard was kept clean back in the mountains. He hated the scratching, though.
His hair was not too short not too long, he let it perfectly fall down to his forehead. Like a noble.
The boy looking back at him was not him at all. He was someone else.
If he was pretty back then, he's more manly now.
His red eyes now were brighter and calmer than before. His body looked much bigger with muscles covering every part of him from head to toe.
Not too muscular either.
He reached out and touched the mirror, looking at himself like he was seeing someone entirely different.
