Javier's Room.
"Young master! Hurry up!" Liana called out, catching him sprawled on the long couch.
"Ehh? Do I really have to go to the throne room? I just know Father will find some way to get me again…" Javier muttered, but Gloria had already grabbed his wrist and was tugging him upright.
"No excuses, young master~ Today's a big day for your family." Gloria smiled as she and Liana began dressing him in the ceremonial clothes Garius had prepared.
Javier shot them a sidelong look as they worked the buttons and straightened his collar.
"Why are you two so excited about this, anyway?"
"Hm? Of course we're excited! Our young master is about to become a prince~" Liana said, exchanging a look with Gloria. "And don't forget, our Aunt Mylezra is here too. Now, hold still and put this on."
Javier frowned, eyeing the new outfit suspiciously.
