[Altar POV....]
I felt like levitating, and I opened my heavy eyelids with much difficulty. After adjusting to the brightness outside, I'm shocked by the view that my pupils are consuming. If you ask me where am I? I'm sorry, I can't explain where or what I am because I am unclear MYSELF!!!!. I'm in a very funny costume, in an extraordinarily uncomfortable royal room with a magnificent chandelier hanging above my head. A very well gelled grey hair old guy in a waiter's dress stood beside the bed where I was lying, calling me, I guess waking me up, and a middle-aged muscular woman with a tea tray was standing beside him. And what did they call me 'YOUNG MASTER?'..... where in the hell am I??!!!...Ah... I'm dreaming!... I'm definitely dreaming...the last I remember, I was dead. So if I go back to sleep, then I might wake in hell or, if lucky, heaven. So come on, go back to sleep, and wake up in the real world.
The man in the waiter's dress said with a plain tone, "Young master, Please wake up."
No??.. This isn't a dream or a nightmare... Then what are they trying to do to me!!....
The greyhead guy's voice rang once again. "Young master, aren't you going to wake up? Please don't punish this lowly servant, and get ready. His Highness is asking for your presence."
And with that, I was picked up, fed tea, brushed my teeth, cleaned this body, dressed up in layers and layers of clothing, and caked in the make-up. I literally feel like a dress-up doll. Then with the bundle of cloth, which is called a royal dress, I was led to His Highness. I have no idea who this highness is or whose this twig-like body belongs to. If I'm not confirmed it with my own eyes, then I wouldn't believe this body was identified as a boy. I got no time to think about where I am, what actually happened to me, who is this person I'm feeling right now, what is this place, who is this greyhead person leading me, or the person I'm led to; so many questions but no answers or a person to ask. Even board games have a guidebook. In this enormous hallway with the insanely large windows, all I could think is His Highness must be an excellent position, and he is inviting me, then I must be great too, right? So use your brain and cover everything. You must be a genius that he sent this greyhead to bring me. So be ready with it. With this mess in my mind, we have reached the destination. God, why did I miss this tiniest thing 'His Highness' is typically directed to address the KING. I'm in the royal hall before the king with an empty brain. What to do?? What to do?? I have no idea!!...
The greayhead helped for the first time."Greetings, His Highness, greetings, Her Highness, greetings, young master Aloysius, the Young master is here." and left me alone, went to a corner and stood unmoved. Well, something is better than nothing. At least I got to know how to greet. I forgive you, greyhead.
"Greetings, His Highness! Greetings, Her Highness! Greetings, young master Aloysius, May I know what you called me for?" Ha...Smooth like butter, and I'm born talented.
"Altar Nico Dinsmoore!!.. Where are your manners? Before knowing the purpose, could you complete your greetings properly? It's been a long since we last met. You dared not to show your face while we left the Empire of Dinstaketo to visit the Empire of Orlivine last month. Even after knowing our arrival, I wanted to tell you that you didn't care to greet us. Is this how you behave being the young prince?" said the king with his thunder-like tone.
But I love this guy, now at least I know what this person is called and his the prince of this kingdom and what is it called again?..ahh..' Empire of Dinstake.' though he is scolding me, I can take it cause I love you, and you are helping me more or less. "I'm sorry, His Highness, I wasn't feeling well, so I couldn't greet you. From now, I'll be the first one you see when you arrive." I think this much sweetening is enough to coax the king. Right? Ah... I'm a genius.
With that starting from the king to the greyhead, everyone was utterly shocked. Oh good God, did I perform too extraordinarily than this person? That must be why they we shocked. Their standards must improve, or else my skill will be in vain.
"My dear son! Are you alright now? You must be uncomfortable even now. You should have said it first thing you arrive. Mr Ambrosine, what have you been doing? I think it is a mental illness. Have you informed royal doctors?" said the queen.
Somehow I feel offended, and I think I should be. So apparently, this queen and the king are this person's mother and father????? Of course, they are!!!... He is the Prince, and that is the king. Sure, they are blood-related, and that must be his elder brother. This twig can't be older than that guy. That guy must be the crown prince by the look we can tell. And the name of that greyhead must be Ambrosine.
"No need to worry, Her Highness, I'm fine. It's just a common cold, nothing serious. Thank you for your concern". Please don't ask any more. I lost confidence in my actions just by the stare from that brother of this person.
"Look, he is not acting normal. I think we should let him have a check-up..." she was stopped by her husband, and he said, "I think he is preparing himself to be the queen. After all, The Emperor of Orlivine accepted our proposal to marry our son to their son. More, he is soon to be the king. So what do you think? Are you happy now, son? Or should I call 'soon to be the queen of Orlivine'? Look, at least now you should stop going into his dreams and let him sleep peacefully. He should look dashing at the royal wedding, don't you agree? Hahaha...."
The king and queen laughed merrily, and everyone laughed too, but they seemed sarcastic. If I were in their shoes, I might laugh at my position too. What is happening?
Though I couldn't digest a single thing I was experiencing, but I had to obey that father of this body or else, who knows, I might be killed for disobeying the king's order. But marriage? Marry to another kingdom? Moreover, to a prince? A guy??? And what? What is going into his dream and disturbing his nights?? Is he capable of doing that?? And this person tortured everyone on getting engaged? What the hell is wrong with this person?? Why am I getting punished for his fantasies? This is unfair!!!....
You might be thinking, if I'm not this person, I mean not Altar Nico Dinsmoore, then who am I? Right? I am Leo, Leonardo Gable, and I think I'm transmigrated into this person.....