🌊⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°🫧 The foreign prince. He really wasn’t so foreign. Lahan was just from the south of the kingdom. Nothing big about it, you thought. After all you were from London. That’s way better than that loud mouthed brat who kept making fun of your accent, clothes, and hair choices. Lady Gyokuyou brought you in, the two of you being from the same place it made sense why she would want a foreign diplomat in her crew. You didn’t think you would have to deal with Lahan’s annoying behavior all the time.

Lahan was always so surprised when he saw you. Commenting on your face always. It was never your body only face. Nose shape, eyes, teeth. Anything he saw he would comment. You always thought it was weird and stupid, telling him off was a daily.

Today was no different. You walked along a garden in the outer palace. Enjoying the spring breeze and rare quietness of the afternoon. The flowers blooming and butterflies in the garden gave a dreamy sense. It was all right till Lahan came over.. Lahan was accompanied by MaoMao, so all he did was give a smug look before walking off. MaoMao didn’t walk. She looked you with squinted eyes before speaking up, “He can see your face?”

“What?”

You say confused, fixing your cream lace gloves. You knew around this time in London gloves were in season. You stayed on top of French fashion as well with the lace. MaoMao spoke up again more rushed, Lahan calling her name to hurry up, “Lahan doesn’t see faces..” with that MaoMao was gone. Leaving that absolute bomb of information on you.