Not Your Perfect Prince
Home, Not Sweet Home

One night, a line of mounted knights lined up to escort a horse carriage.

In the horse-drawn carriage, there was a Reinhart figure propping up his chin while looking out the window.

He was in the car with Isana, Lyn, and his sister. In addition, Hachiko the Naberius was also here. Due to the formalities, of course, Reinhart was now escorted by many knights.

First of all, Reinhart boarded an airplane along with her servants. After a long journey, they arrived at the capital of the Silver Moon Kingdom. Arriving there, they were immediately greeted by knights and a horse carriage.

At first, the three maids did not want to take the horse carriage. However since there was only one horse carriage, Reinhart forced them to ride along with him. Of course, the knights just kept quiet and did not comment.

Although actually not so fond of striking appearance like this, but for the sake of security he still did it.

Compared to the warm welcome of the Emerald Sea Kingdom where the King and Queen came to pick up their son, the welcome in this kingdom was truly colder.

Gazing out the window, the beautiful and more prosperous landscape of the city was evident in Reinhart's eyes.

Snowflakes danced in the air, descending down to cover the world in white. Hot steam coming out of the chimney of the house. Magic lights illuminate the house, warming the people inside. In the quiet streets, the sound of horseshoe became the music that accompanied Reinhart's return.

Looking at the magnificent white-colored palace in the distance, a complicated expression appeared on the young man's face.

'Really, I don't actually want to go home.'

Reinhart thought as the atmosphere became heavier.

After some time, the horse carriage finally passed through the gate. A vast park covered in snow and looking empty was visible. If in the spring to fall, a beautiful view can clearly be seen here. But in winter, all Reinhart could see was a white patch.

The train stopped in front of the palace. After sighing for a while, Reinhart got off the carriage. Three servants followed behind him.

The front door opened, several people appeared to welcome Reinhart's arrival.

"You're home, Reinhart."

On his right side, there was a figure of a beautiful woman with long wavy blond hair. It has dark blue eyes, like the bottom of the ocean. Unlike King Aaron, he had a faint smile on his face. Still, the woman also looked cold. She was the first wife of King Aaron, Charlotte.

On his left side, there was a figure of a beautiful black-haired woman straight up to his lower back. She has a pretty face with blue irises like a sapphire. Compared to King Aaron's flat expression, his expression looked even colder. She was the second wife of King Aaron and Reinhart's mother, Evelyn.

Behind them, there were also some figures from mature to young. They were sons of King Aaron and brothers and sisters of Reinhart. Same with their parents, the expressions of the princesses and princes looked cold.

These were only the two official wives of King Aaron and the children of the main lineage. Actually, Reinhart's father still had four concubines. The four concubines were descendants of a branch of the four Duke family that was directly under the King.

According to tradition, each appointed King must receive four girls from each Duchy. Marry a member of the Duke's family (who is not the heir) to tie them up. So if all four concubines and children who were not the main descendants were counted, that was too much.

Seeing the cold and disciplined expression on the faces of every member of the family, the corner of Reinhart's lips twitched.

'It feels like one family has apathy.'

Thought Reinhart while refraining from sighing long. He then saluted according to the etiquette of the nobility as he said.

"I'm back, Your Majesty."

Yep. In fact, at home, usually children still call both their parents by title. That was also the reason why the atmosphere in this family seemed so cold.

Sensing the gaze directed at him, Reinhart thought.

'Maybe the word "home not sweet home" is more appropriate for me. Really ...

Why does this family feel so weird!'

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