There was no mistaking, it was him.
At this point, Hal had completely forgone the thoughts of bowing as he now turned his eyes away from the multi-colored-haired apprentice to the Prince he was attending to.
The prince looked slight but healthy.
There was a sort of benevolence about his gaze as he actually took note of all those who bowed to him and acknowledged them with nods.
Hal wondered if he knew his attendant was a part of a secret organization or better still, if he (the prince) was a part of the organization as well.
Pietro looked over to Hal and the blue-eyed devil could tell there was no sense of remembrance in his gaze. There was scorn though and it was soon understood why that was the case when Pietro yelled at him,
"Hey you, why aren't you bowing to the Prince?" he asked.
Hal furrowed his brows not exactly sure what to say when the Prince himself waved his hand,