“Your Royal Highness!”
THE SING-SONG acknowledgement raised an eyebrow from Crown Prince Bowie while Prince Kyanite shrugged his shoulders.
Crown Prince Bowie lifted the curtain and found a smiling man in a light gray tunic dress with a pink cloak and dark gray boots, waving his hand like a little kid who met a playmate. He shook his head in amusement and with a smile, he gestured for the man to come in.
From the clinic, the three royalties could faintly hear the chatter of the city people. “Oi, that doctor is so lucky today!” “I shall ask consultation from him next time!” “His clinic is so small but now he has two Crown Princes and a Prince inside, damn!”
“What brings you here, Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince Evren?” asked Prince Kyanite with a slight touch of sarcasm.
“What else? I am here to help,” he answered in a matter-of-fact.
Are you reading my thoughts?
