Shining, shimmering, and definitely splendid.
That was how one Luca Kyros woke up and graced everyone with his presence.
With skin as soft as a baby's butt, he looked more refreshed than someone who had just returned from a week-long spa retreat. In fact, one mop—who had been similarly glowing after a setting of booms—had happily muttered that, at certain angles, he could even see a radiant glint popping off his good brother's cheek.
The elders looked at each other, then leaned out like curious leaves peeking through branches. Their gazes shifted in unison to the man standing behind Luca.
The prince.
Xavier Aeric Solaris looked tired. Polished, but tired.
Even so, his posture was impeccable, his expression calm, and his steps steady. After a long, silent inspection, the elders finally relaxed.
He was walking normally.
Thank the stars.
Still, considering how Luca was practically glowing, there was no denying that Xavier must have worked hard.
Too hard.
