Prince Rhys face was grim as he let the seamstress dress him up, he didn't sign up for this, but what was he going to do when he was the crown prince if Valsh. He needed to do this to make his ever nagging mother happy, today was the day they welcome the guests who were invited to their so—called 'ball' and he wasn't happy about it a tiny bit.
The only thing he was happy about was getting new clothes, and another thing he was looking forward to was to see himself looking as dashing as ever. He really was a cute prince.
Prince Rhys smiled when he saw the person he was seeing in the mirror, he was truly handsome, no doubt. He let the seamstress do whatever she was doing, all he wanted at the moment was to see himself looking as fine as he always was.
"Is this okay, Your Highness?" The seamstress asked, after adjusting his jacket.
Prince Rhys stared at himself in the mirror for some time before nodding,
