Azrael slowly turned his head, trying to mask the nervousness tightening his chest. As he looked up at the three guys smirking down at him, he wasn't sure what kind of expression he wore. "What?" he managed, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
There was a sense of déjà vu. The first time he met Eirian, he had been mistaken for a lady, but Eirian had an excuse—he'd never seen Azrael in person before.
These three, however, should have known better. Even if they didn't recognize his face, his distinctive light pink hair, a trait unique to him and his mother, should have been a clear giveaway.
As realization dawned on the three, the one in the middle touched his forehead in surprise. "Your Highness... Prince Azrael, it's you. I—We didn't realize it was you."
