Becoming the royal’s cobbler to the prince I. The making was a sudden switch for Tack. He was happy he got to get closer to his crush — however, the sudden lessons shook them.

He stood in the middle of his newfound room, his blue eyes focusing on his reflection. His skin had went from its once snow-pale white skin to a dark tan after being in the deserts.

He tried at fix his picture as he was adviced to do, though, he went back to the way his posture once was. Placing two tacks in his mouth, they formed a smile.

A knock sounded at the door, making him quickly pull the tacks from his mouth before speaking.

“Come in.” He cleared his throat gently, his fingers adjusting his dark brown hair.