Surprise Bride for The Genie Prince
The scene within the golden room was suffused with an unbearable tension, a dance of light and shadow twisting as though alive. The silver-skinned figure inside starkly contrasted the golden wealth around him. His eyes glowed with an unearthly brilliance, like a stormy sky. They seemed to penetrate every fold of Fanfar's brain.
"Who is this bastard?"
This person, whom Fanfar called "The Bastard," was also a teenager, but physically tall. He was adorned with jewelry, wore a plum-colored turban, and was dressed in dark silk clothes.
Fanfar's teenage self stood defiantly before this being, the sharp lines of his wedding dress drenched in sweat. The dagger at his waist was now gripped tightly in his trembling hand, its blade catching the light and splitting it into shards that danced along the walls like ghosts.
“Oh my goddess, how stupid I was,” Fanfar grumbled, the sleepwalkers behind him muttered. He wanted to turn to them and say, "Hey you, turn around."