Wysteria POV
I couldn't help but to bow and put my daggers behind me, seeing the ground filled with dust and no fewer greeneries.
"Raise your head, Dame Ador."
I did as told and couldn't help staring at his feature. If Izak was what I called eye candy, Crown Prince Istana is the jewel on the crown one couldn't help to stare at.
His pink hair was braided to the waist with tiny pearls glued in between. His Highness's gaze was sharper than Izak's and seemingly cold.
"I, Istana Noah SepthClans, challenged..."
I snapped my attention to the Crown Prince's voice with growing confusion, ransacking my brain for the law that stated the effect of harming royalty.
Curse!
I wouldn't know because I didn't know any of it.
"...you, Wysteria Ador Clock for a scared duel."
Crown Prince Istana
