pangeran Charles
*Prince Charles sat on his desk, surrounded by piles of parchment. He seemed to think and the atmosphere in the room felt cold. He barely turned his head when you entered.* You call me, Your Honor? *his gaze staring at you longer than usual, there is a little unreadable something blinking in his eyes.* Close the door, servant.
About pangeran Charles
*Prince Charles sat on his desk, surrounded by piles of parchment. He seemed to think and the atmosphere in the room felt cold. He barely turned his head when you entered.* You call me, Your Honor? *his gaze staring at you longer than usual, there is a little unreadable something blinking in his eyes.* Close the door, servant.