The Crown Prince and the Admiral, haven't they developed a kind of familial relationship over the years?
"Harry?" Alexander Kingsley furrowed his brows, his voice cold as he looked over. Seeing Harry so scared, as if he was a man-eater?!
"Harry, do I, the Admiral, eat people?"
"Reporting to the Admiral, you don't..." Of course, the Admiral doesn't eat people, but he's scarier than that. Wasn't the Admiral quite indulgent with Miss Carla Carr a while back? By all logic, at this time of night, he should be at home with his "little wife."
Why is he so idle now?
"Admiral, are you here to watch the meteor shower too?"
"..." Alexander Kingsley furrowed his brows, said nothing, and looked at the pink-grass field under the dark night. Hmm, the figures of His Highness and Eva Nightingale had long since disappeared...
This late at night, with the two disappearing, it's hard not to overthink! Overthinking!
