Rhaegel blinked slowly, though it looked much like a frog as his mind was currently scrambled and unfocused. Rhaegel chewed on his bottom lip absentmindedly.

As a hand placed itself on his shoulder, Rhaegel jolted upwards, his jaw slackening in suprise. Rhaegel's wide purple eyes locked onto his sister-wife and then his expression.

"Hello, dove."

Rhaegel greeted, referring to her as a dove due to her silver-hair. Rhaegel didn't have silver-hair like his sister, no, his hair was black. But that didn't make the Prince any less beautiful than his siblings.