The oddity that is the Seventh Prince

Zane wanted to close the door, alright. He wanted to shut it in this prince's royal face. But he could not, the consequences would be dire. Not only would his carefully cultivated image collapse, but it might also lead to an international fallout. He smiled politely and bowed slightly, "Your Highness, please come in."

The youth nodded, the nightcap and pyjamas making him look younger than his eighteen years. He entered the room without any extra thought and started looking around. He glanced at the table that had the two dishes on it and swallowed. Zane did not know why but he moved intentionally to block his food from this person's ravenous eyes.

"Your Highness, please sit down." Zane offered the sofa in his living room through gritted teeth. The boy sat down and even grabbed the throw pillow and cuddled it closer, "Your Highness. May I ask why you visited me? Why are.."