Today, he wore a dark blue suit, a specially tailored prince uniform, adorned with golden wheat ears on the shoulders that gently swayed as he moved.
Kaylee always thought he looked handsome in a white uniform, but she didn't expect that the dark blue made him appear even more dashing and noble.
The bruises on his face had faded, and his hand-to-hand combat skills were rapidly improving every day; now he could fight with the guards without getting injured.
His tanned skin glowed with a healthy sheen under the sunset, his eyes were deep-set, and his long eyebrows reached his temples, making him look extraordinarily gallant.
He gradually acquired the cold and noble demeanor a prince should possess, no longer smiling easily at people, and even spoke less.
Walking up the marble steps of the palace, holding the prince's exclusive sword, this Connor was more charming than the original Prince Ollen.
Prince Ollen was too arrogant, disregarding everyone around him.
