PRINCE KYANITE POINTED a finger-gun at Crown Prince Bowie and cheered, “Aha! I got it! You do!”
“Shut up,” Crown Prince Bowie muttered under his breath as he tried hard not to listen to the other’s teasing.
“Who’s the lucky guy who captured the heart of this Royal Highness, hmm?”
“Shut up now!”
“In my lost memories, do I know who he is?”
Crown Prince Bowie gave a glare at him before he sighed and nodded shyly, the blush growing pinker and pinker as Prince Kyanite’s teasing crept into his body.
“Do I still know him now?”
Crown Prince Bowie huffed and closed his eyes. “If I answer that one, you will know who he is. You are one of the brightest royalties.”
Prince Kyanite shrugged. “Err… You may not be sure about that. Maybe I lost that ‘brightness’ along with my memories.” And because I am not the original Prince Kyanite! “Anyway, this dumb prince would like to ask anew. Is it possible for Your Royal Highness to name the lucky guy?”
