"How do girls even walk in these!?" Owen whispered harshly, pulling the flare of his dress. He hissed.
Lucien, who stood next to him with his hand holding Owen's, sighed. The two remaining standing in front of the late king's photo gallery, staring at the picture frames on the wall.
"Why do I even have to wear this!?! And this hat! It is so big and hot!" Owen whined, shaking the hat on his head. "Don't even get me started on—Ouch!"
Lucien dug his sharp nails into the skin of Owen's palm. Lucien snarled, "i***t. You are suppose to be deaf and dumb!"
"But I feel so uncomfortable!" Owen moaned.
"Would you rather be in a coma than uncomfortable?" Lucien shot him a gaze.
"If you keep tempering with your disguise, your fake breasts will fall off".
Owen snapped his eyes down at the two sm
