<a class="link link--external" href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/0Bzm77jo8X2ZkbmFxWkY5ZXlhcnc/view" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Harunaka</a><br/><br/>Cloudly eyes took in all of the man as he told his tale. Haru smirked. This person was disgustingly relateable. The silver-haired ex-recruit was pretty much doing the same thing: loitering in a kingdom far away from home instead of returning to a boring, impoverished life. He collected the things the stranger passed on to him. A wondrous smell caressed his nostrils as the princess removed the trays from her food. He sniffed deeply and was teleported into another world! His eyes filled with swirls as he stared at the shimmering variety of foods fit for, well, royalty. Who knew princesses could cook?<br/><br/>As they all sat down, the princess started rattling off his new...<i>acquaintances </i>achievements. Haru's polite smile began to slowly waver. So much for some common farmboy, huh? He sighed, then dropped his head, then decided to just start eating. Might as well, right? And oh boy was this food absolutely amazing! "A future queen that can cook." He nommed happily. "somebody is gonna be one lucky royal." Maybe the wine was getting to him? His lips flew a little too freely in the presence of a future queen.<br/><br/>Then she mentioned that someone else, possibly a sister, was going to be queen instead and she could, more or less, marry whoever she wanted.<br/><br/>His eyes flickered up toward the woman. Oh, and what a woman... The shoulders of her dress began to fall, and he was treated to a very full view of her womanly features. He gulped. A part of him knew that, as the princess's dinner chaperone, he should jump hand over foot to protect the beautiful blonde's modesty. And yet... something caused him to hesitate.<br/><br/>"M'Lady," He took another sip of his wine. "Could you please pass another slice of that delicious bread?" His voice was innocent, but his intentions were not. The loaf was in the center of the table, well within his own arm's reach. For the Princess, however, she would have to have to lean a bit inward in order to pass the pastry over to him; possibly allowing him to sneak a mischievous peek at her deepening cleavage. His eye glanced over toward the man next to him. For a moment, Haru wondered if he would catch on. Of course he would. Who wouldn't? Somehow, Haru felt like the man was thinking the same thing...<br/><br/>Might as well enjoy his stay...<br/><br/>((small edit to the last paragraph))