"You got selected as one of the candidates to be married to Prince Vachirawit Bright Chivaaree Kingdom of Galicia"
"METAWIN OPAS-IAMKAJORN!!! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE!! WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME!?"
"Mom! what's wrong with you?! Where is the fire?!"
"...
Win ended up pacing around his room for a whole five minutes. His palms are sweaty because of nerves and then he rummages his clothes for the said appropriate outfit.
What're the right clothes to wear when having dinner with royals? A suit maybe? Isn't it too formal? Win wanted to knock his head badly because he doesn't know. In the end, he wears the one pair of suit that his mother insisted on him to take with him. He should have insisted and declined the offer but that's the Queen though! He can't help but blame Bright instead if that Prince only helps him out then maybe his mother would have reconsider but Win guess that the Prince live seeing his misery.
A know on his door woke him up from self musings. He checked the time and he scrambles to open the door.
The Prince steward is the one who knocked while the said royal is standing not too far from them.
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"Who's funeral you're attending to?" The glacier Prince said without any consideration to his utmost effort.
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Win's eyes sharpened as he looked over the Prince who is wearing a white long sleeve polo shirt and black pants giving him an aristocratic aura even on simple clothes. "Why not tell me that I can wear something simple?!" Win almost yelled in frustration.
"I'm sure I did." Bright shrugged.
"I'm sure I did." Win mimic him childishly before hurriedly enter back the room to change.
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