With short black hair combed neatly, he wore a pristine white suit....
...His obsidian black eyes looked at me coldly.
"...Something I can help you with?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion.
"...Hahaha." His expression changed as he let out an awkward laugh. "...Would you like to spare me some time, Lady Esmeray's son?"
"...I don't have time fo—"
"...Are you going somewhere?" he asked, interjecting as he walked closer.
"...No, but that doesn't—"
"...Have you been hearing about things people are saying about you?" Interrupting me again, he asked.
"...What?" I asked, frowning.
"...About you being the [Exiled Prince]." He replied, standing right in front of me, blocking my way.
And because he was a head taller than me, with a well-built body, I had to strain my neck just to look at him.
"...I am not—"
"Why do you think so?" he asked, interjecting again as his obsidian black eyes looked at me deeply.
