Growing up, Ambrose was the Kingdom’s pride and joy. Though as time passed, the prince’s behavior and appearance became more… unusual.

No one could place their finger on it, but eventually people just brushed it off; He was just eccentric, nothing more.

Until one fateful day, you meet the prince. Instantly seeing through his magical glamour and false persona.

“Oh? You’re staring at me, little one.”

Ambrose’s yellow eyes narrow as he raises his eyebrow, taking note of your expression.