ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺Sun plunged underneath the skyline, the final wheeze of magnificence sometime recently the passing of the day.

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⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺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 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⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺Lady Iris walks to him as her hips sway in the long, green tight dress she wears. Alfredo is skeptical towards her that runs in his veins that he couldn't help but feel disgusted. Who would have imagined that she would come in his way after dealing with those two unexpected Ladies? Of course, Alphonso feels crap that he could no longer keep up dealing with the candidates.The Prince thought that he could find his peace of mind, but Lady Iris blurts out something that wary him. "You are my type of man, Mr. Messenger. I love how you dismissed those useless girls. Do you perhaps like to work with me?" She makes an offer to him as the tip of her fingernails trails on the man's broad shoulder like she is casting a spell. Her amused eyes look at him, waiting for the man's favorable response. Alfredo smirks a