THE WORDS WERE said without hesitation. It was conveyed with utmost certainty that Crown Prince Bowie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and therefore couldn’t help but smile through the pain. Hopefully, his facial expressions and body language were unreadable.
As if he was ‘saved by the bell,’ the infirmary’s doors opened, revealing a few palace servants bearing their lunch on a small table. Crown Prince Bowie asked them while they prepared the setting if Zeeno had come back, but he hadn’t yet.
The Crown Princes of two different palaces sat across from each other. The food was steaming hot on the table in front of them. Crown Prince Bowie wanted to pick up his chopsticks and dig in already since he had skipped breakfast to accompany this beautiful flower, yet he could not bear to do so before the other picked up his pair of chopsticks.
