While speaking, Seamus waved in all directions. He didn't look authoritative whatsoever.

"That's the legendary Sir Mosey? He looks different from what I imagined." Abigail was puzzled as she gazed at the friendly, plump man in front of her.

She had imagined a prince to be imposing and dignified. A figure that would command respect with just a glance.

She was slightly disappointed with Seamus' appearance and temperament.

"Are you thinking that he doesn't match the image of a prince?" Dust