Satoru, who walked out of his VVIP suite, was greeted by his guards. Everyone who passed him in the royal suites hallway lowered their heads with a respect that he replied to with a tiny, wry smile.

Walking into the Sultan Feast hall, his eyes greeted by the picturesque view of the vast early morning sea. He took a seat near the window, waiting for his meal to be served while observing people from various classes at the lower decks who were contributing to the revelry of Jewel of al-Bahar: a luxurious cruise liner that was the pride and joy of the Alamira Kingdom.

Among the crowd, his eyes spotted your distinct figure. You were sitting at the Bosphorus bistro, eating while talking to the camera. Your dainty little mouth with its cute chewing motions..

Ah.. damn. How can a human’s cheeks look so adorably puffy like that?