“Oh my, I’ll never know why I didn’t suspect your royal blood before the truth was revealed, dear Gabriel,” Geraldine said, fanning her face with her hand. “The cut of your physique is clearly that of a true, blue-blooded specimen. The broadness of your chest alone-” “Put a shirt on dude, you look cold,” Max snapped, using air magic to whip a shirt out of the chest at the side of the room and tossing it into Gabriel’s face.
