Crown Prince Elvis was inside his bedroom going through the clothes brought for him to pick from.
His engagement was just around the corner, so he was selecting clothes inside with the help of his butler.
Just then, the door opened and Eden walked in with both hands behind him. Calm as always.
The guards had refused to let him in, but he had threatened his way through.
"What are you doing here?" Mr. George demanded.
"Aren't I allowed to visit my prince anymore?" Eden questioned, now staring at Elvis who was dressed up in a royal golden attire.
"You look good in those. Maybe you look good in engagements," Eden smiled.
"Why are you here?" Elvis asked.
Their eyes didn't meet. They avoided meeting while they lingered around each other. An awkward moment for the two.
"I'd like to speak to you," Eden smiled, his eyes finally meeting Elvis after great effort.
"You could wait, maybe when I'm done..." Elvis was saying.
