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"What are you thinking, Earl Ciel?!""Why the hell did you agree on that Archduke brat?!"
"How the hell did he manage to persuade you, Earl Ciel?!"
Those are the words spitting roughly on the royal court members' lips. They keep lashing out as it fills the room with heavy tension.
Prince Alphonso sneakily glances at the Earl's feature.
Earl Ciel's silky black hair is comb backward, heightening his sharp jawline and cheekbone. His big, shimmering dark blue eyes almost like the night sky, stood out among the crowd, matching his long, thick black eyelashes. His porcelain skin enhances ethereal beauty.
'He looks more feminine, despite having well-defined muscles. Well, he isn't bulky, and he isn't thin. Somehow, slender. He's in the middle. Why am I judging his face when I just will die in the end?' Comments, Prince Alphonso, feeble.
