It does, sometimes. *Wry smile* Allow me to present His Royal Highness, Prince Darvish Shayrif Hakem, third son of his Most Exalted Majesty the King of Cisali. *Bows with a flourish*
*Sort of chokes then her jaw drops. It's only when she realizes she's gaping at the man, that she closes her mouth and struggles to find the right words.* I... wh... Prince? Are you serious?
"Why not?" She asked without thinking. Almost immediately she realized how nosy the question was and she had to glance away quickly. "I'm sorry. It's none of my business."
"I'm sure that's not true. It probably just feels that way." She tried to reassure him. With two loving adoptive parents of her own, she just couldn't imagine a father not loving his son.
"No, I usually just wind up getting dragged back to my rooms by my guards." He grinned charmingly. "At least I didn't lose any of my clothes this time."
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