Curing his Loneliness

“I honestly think this mandatory dress code is really bothersome and impractical. Wait here for a bit, I’ll call for someone to bring you a…proper dress…” Prince Leonard said reassuringly.

His graceful hand took out his phone and soon he was on the line with someone that I guessed must have been his butler. The call was very brief with the prince instructing whoever was on the other end of the line to get me a suitable and comfortable dress for me to wear during dinner.

“All done. Your new dress should be here in no time at all,” he said before smiling proudly at me.

For a moment, it looked like he wanted my compliment for his efforts but then I thought that there was no way that the prince would want something as worthless as that.

“Thank you,” I thanked him simply.

After changing into a dress that was more normal and presentable, the prince led me to the dining room. The long marble table the stretched across the center of the large dining room looked like it could easily host