22 The Playful Rex

As he looked around his chambers, Regan wondered if he had ever thought of this day… when his chambers would be filled with different-different colors of feminine dresses.

"Your Highness…look at this. This is the best dress in our shop. It has been sewn recently but many ladies of Mazic liked this work…"

He exhaled as he looked at the fat tailor who was grinning widely while telling him all good things about the royal blue colored dress.

From the moment,

Not having enough patience, he finally said coldly

"Do I look like I am going to wear them?"

"Huh?"

The smile on the tailor's face disappeared. With a confused face, he looked at the dress and then at the prince.

"That…Your Highness will look beautiful if …"

He stopped talking and chuckled nervously when he saw Regan's eyes going colder. Silently, he wondered what he was expected to say or do.

And another sigh escaped from Regan's lips.

A sigh that was full of frustration.

"Show these dresses to her."