゚⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧゚͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺
"Who are you?"
゚⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧゚͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺Sun plunged underneath the skyline, the final wheeze of magnificence sometime recently the passing of the day.
˚⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧゚͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺'William, I will stroll around the street. You wait here with Winter, understand?'
゚⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧゚͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺"How did you recognize me, Lady Genesis Arc?" Alphonso locks his eyes to those eccentric emerald eyes of lady Genesis."I am honored that you remember my name. It is heart fluttering, your Highness. In return, I must give you an honest answer. I recognize you because you are you." Genesis's eyes gaze at him softly as it gives confusion to the Prince as he returns the gaze with suspicion."That doesn't make sense," Alphonso sighs after he replies to Lady Genesis's words."Well, what I mean is that you are the only person wearing a cloak while strolling in the street. Isn't that weird? So, I say you must be conscious. Plus, my guts are telling me that you are the Prince because of your distinct aura." Genesis shuffles her hair in annoyance to give his Highness an accurate thought.Alphonso sees her honesty as he grins at her behavior.&nbs
゚⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧゚͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺Alphonso lends a hand to Lady Genesis, helping her to get up from their awkward position."Thank you," Lady Genesis says appropriately with a shy smile as she pats her cloth to remove the dirt.Genesis glimpse on his face."So?" Alphonso questions as he wants to know the reason behind it."I chased a kid who played with fire to teach him a lesson. I saw the kid running in this way. I thought I caught him, but I suddenly bumped into you," She weakly reasons as her eyes gaze at those grey eyes in curiosity.A loud sigh from the Prince makes Genesis flinch as he says, "You could have called out the kid to stop running..."Then, a scream nearby from a middle-aged woman disturbs their conversation while it shocks the people around, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO PLAY CARELESSLY! WHERE DID YOU GET THIS FLAMMABLE ITEM!"
゚⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧゚͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺Sun peaks on the skyline, a brilliant ray of sunshine extending ever apparent into the azureous sky. It's the blazing blossom that refracts on Alphonso's clear glass window to welcome another sensational day.He groans as the light reaches and brushes his eyes.A silent footstep taps on the concrete floor of his highness room, trying to approach the sleeping Prince in his white mattress.Soft snores escape on the sleeping lips of Alphonso while covering his face with his blanket to block the invitation of the day."Your Highness?" Calls the man in his room, trying to wake the Prince in his dream."Your Highness?" Says the man in a lower yet audible tone.Alphonso groans as he hears his name repeated twice, then he stretches his upper body while still feeling drowsing.The Prince sees a
゚⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧゚͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺The head main leads the two men as they walk silently to the next room. She feels the heavyweight of their stares at her back because lady Ophelia did something terrible to give them an impression.She stops her feet from moving. Then, she turns around to voice out nervously, "Go straight, Lord Wylie. The next room is there. I wish to stay out of the way."Wylie's eyes darken and nod at the maid. "Thank you." He expresses gratitude before heading to the next room with Alfredo following him from behind. The maid clenches her chest as she gets anxious about them.Lord Wylie takes a deep breath to calm his nerves before anything unpleasant happens.*KNOCKS* Wylie knocks on the door with his knuckle."Who's that?" The Lady asks inside of her room without opening the door."I am someone who
゚⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧゚͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺The two arrive at their stop. Alfredo seems to contemplate lady Geneviève's reason. Still, it doesn't hide the despise he had for the childish act of the woman.In a quiet moment, Wylie checks the man's condition. He looks fine in his eyes, but Alfredo can't hide a blind eye to his going-on."Sometimes... Ladies reasons like that. After all, we all have the experience of reading a fairytale." Mumbles Wylie as Alfredo hears it and makes a questionable look."This is not a fairytale. This test is something different..." He scowls as he opposes Wylie's point of view, which Wylie's dismay.Hypothetically, life has its way of giving a dynamic impression to an individual that someone's opinion may not meet yours in the middle.As of this moment, Wylie positions himself to knock on the door, but they suddenly hear
゚⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧゚͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺The wind blows, and it stirs Alfredo's emotions. It reminds him of bittersweet memories of today. He subconsciously smiles and halts to look at the window, watching the leaf fall from its tree freely.However, someone had the gut to kill the tranquil moment."Your Highness, may I excuse myself for a while? I have a call of nature." Wylie shyly whispers with a blush on his cheeks in Alfredo's ears. Alfredo looks at him in disgust as he continues to fidgets on his knees due to his urine that he endured for some time.His Highness's freehand shoves him as it permits Wylie to head to the comfort room.Without nervously muttering a word, Wylie marches to the comfort room as he can finally release his pee.While waiting for Wylie, a pitchy voice shrieks, "Your Highness?" He freezes as he hears someone calls