The banquet was just about to begin, but Prince Deniz didn't move. He was still in his room. Not at all interested in the queen mother's plans.
The firm chest with fine hairs still looked innocent. Not a single thread covered it. The flat, boxy stomach shaped his ideal body.
His firm jaw was more clearly visible, as the thick sideburns became thinner. The long hair that had been his identity all this time, he trimmed off to leave only short, elegant hair.
Deniz walked over to the small round table where the teapot and small cup were located. He picked up the teapot and poured the contents into the cup. Then, he walked to the bed in the center of the room.
Prince Deniz sat on the edge of the bed. He took a sip of drink from his small cup. His gaze was blank and straight ahead.
