{ Ehann: }
Chapter 16.
The prince has not moved one bit.
Since 5 am, the prince hasn't moved from his bed.
He's been too busy trying to figure out how to deal with the situation that took place yesterday. It's the most unexpected excitement he'd have ever felt in a while.
But there is much to do in the castle lately, there is simply no time to get.. how to explain it?
To get so 'Buddy -Buddy', with this town's boy.
The prince sat up and stretched his arms, then stretched his back and sighed, he'd been informed of all the things he would do today; and usually this would stress him out, but yet.. he feels, how should he say it?
Blissful.
It was truly a sight to see knowing that this prince would hardly feel any other sort of emotion other than neutral, so for him to be blissful. Is a whole 'nother thing to look at so early in a morning.
He stood up from his bed and walked towards his bathing room. To his left, was a closet filled with many many robes and many many golden- like slippers to choose from.
To his right was the gigantic space called a bathing room, the structure of
the white toilet was marble, with a pearl colored seating, next to it was a shower head and finally, the marble bathtub.
He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, the same look as usual; but he was starting to build abs.
'Where did these come from?' thought the prince, he ruffled his long wavy hair then walked towards the shower head and filled his hair with thousands of Shampoos and conditioners.
Think of it as a very important duty he personally must do as a prince of an extremely important Kingdom.
Who knows, one day he might have to rule over the kingdom and all the people would care about is how luscious his hair is, not like his siblings who have no care for it.
'They might just end up bald with the way theirs is going' the prince snorted at the very thought.
Why else would you think his hair is so beautiful?
These cosmetics do their trick.
Simple as that.
He walked out of the shower and proceeded to move towards his vanity, sat down; and blow dried his hair.
Usually, vanity's are only for the woman in the kingdom who can afford one, but Prince Ehann persistently insisted on having one that ended up driving the king marbles.
Leading to his ownership on a vanity. Makeup. Hair dryers, curl up clips, hair straighteners, etc. And lastly, light corsets. Nothing to extreme though. The king wouldn't allow it. It was the Queen who added corsets without the king noticing.
Then he heard a knock on the door-
"Prince Ehann?" A guard from outside the door spoke.
"Yes?"
"You're father -The imperial King wishes to enter."
Prince Ehann almost never sees his father, it's usually always him who wishes to talk to his father, and that's hardly once a month; not the other way around. So for him to wish to talk to his youngest son is. Sceptical.
"Now??" The prince muttered.
"...Do you wish for me to tell him you're busy?" The guard proposed.
What should he do? He's practically naked, and only wearing a white light see -through robe. His father mustn't look at him in such state, and to be caught blow drying his hair? Even worse!
"Prince?"
"No -no, tell his Highness to give me a few minutes to properly get ready." The prince panicked.
"Very well."
As soon as the prince heard a response he rose from his seat and rushed to his wardrobe, then to his mirror, then back to the wardrobe, then to the bathroom, but tripped on a pillow and stubbed his toe. A loud bang was heard.
"Everything okay in there?" The second guard spoke.
"E-everything's okay!"
The prince was infact not okay, he was silently crying in agony.
Then he ran and fixed his bed, and then rushed to comb his hair. Placing a light lip gloss on his lips.
Then ran to his wardrobe to grab a pair of shoes and a pair of socks and placed them on.
"Tell him to enter now" The prince shouted.
The doors to his chamber soon opened and the king was seen, standing at the doorway. His eyes looking for his son.
Once he spotted the prince his face rested a bit and a light smile could be seen.
"My son!" He spoke.
"Father! what's brings you around this area of the palace?"
The king places his coat on the coat -holder and glances at his son. He coughs and clears his throat, as if like his words are stuck in his mouth. He doesn't move from the doorway
"Are you alright father?" The prince asks.
"I'm very well, thank you. For asking"
"Then what brings you here?" The prince asks once more.
King Horas paced around the doorway while he scratched his head, he muttered a few things unable to hear.
This left the poor prince even more confused.
"Or perhaps you'd mistaken my chamber with Timothy's?" He asks.
Then the king instantly stoped in his tracks, and he looked at his son with a pained expression on his face.
"N -no, that's, that's not it." The king stuttered.
"I was wondering if i could accompany you throughout you're day next week, think of it as a father -son day."
"Isn't next week a busier one for you than anyone in this family father?"
"I made an exception." The king replied.
"Okay"
"I, suppose you already know my schedule next week." The prince Guessed.
"Yes, okay. See you then my son"
The king smiles, when he was about to leave, he caught a glance at a peculiar bouquet of white flowers.
"Uh, Son?" The king questioned.
"Yes?"
"Who's are those for?" The king pointed at the flowers
The prince looked at them and felt a heat rise to his face, he glimpsed at his father only to see that he was already looking at him.
'cough' He walked towards the flowers and picked them up and gently placed them in his vanity.
"N -no one important."
"You know what son, i should get going, haha.."
Then he left, the prince instantly sighed with the comfortable silence there once was.
He looked at the beautiful flowers, it's amazing how they haven't started to welt yet, still in tact with every petel in place.
It reminded the prince of Aelius's smile and gentle touch.
"What was i gonna do today?"
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