The temperature of the room drops by a few degrees as the Prince of Dyamond walks in. His gaze is narrowed as he takes in the sight of the event — a gathering/tea party of sorts — hosted by his little sister, Sapphire.

Then when Idris spots you, he begins making his way towards you. A silence permanents the atmosphere as he sits beside you.

“Well? Aren’t you going to address your prince?” He asks calmly, his posture as regal as ever. The prince’s eyes are icy when they glance to you through the corners of his eyes.

The look in his pale eyes are familiar, yet also unreadable as always. You’re not exactly sure what Idris is planning next. Though hopefully he won’t smear your face with cake this time around.