"..."
‘As one gentleman to another gentleman, sir, your hair is outrageous. This color is so- so iridescent, and it totally doesn’t match your violet cravat. Do you realize that? Perhaps your vision is not yet fully modified? If this is indeed so, I feel for you, trust me! Well, not everyone has the good fortune of being born a prince of foreign lands, as I do. Modification procedures are expensive, indeed. Why, even I had to think twice before picking a good eye color for myself-’
’…’
’…did you just smile? Oh mountain gods, this was horrendous! Please never do this to me again. I have a very sensitive soul and my aesthetic sense cannot handle aberrations well! Ah, my poor wounded eyes! …I have decided, I shall take you under my wing, and have you thoroughly instructed in the ways of fashion and the world! It is so very obvious you need a helping hand. I do not mind the trouble at all, I assure you! Now, what is your name?’
![The Moon's Weapon : the cursed mate [ MOVING TO GALATEA]](https://cdn-gcs.inkitt.com/vertical_storycovers/ipad_123f31099804e79c6de11657975bcaae.jpg)
