Prince Alexander William Gaskarth was startled when he was awoken. Another nightmare had invaded his sleeping hours. He sighed, relaxing into the silk sheets of his large bed, closing his brown orbs in relief. Upon noticing how dark his room was, he assumed it was still late at night but he simply refused sleep now; for fear another nightmare would show itself that night. Slowly becoming frustrated with the boring, dark atmosphere of his sleeping quarters, the young Prince decided he would move from the comfortable sheets and light a candle in his chambers. The small candle illuminated the entire room just enough for the sleepy teenage royal to see all of it, and feel more safe than in the dark of which he would have been. The silence was ringing, and Prince Alexander hated silence oh so much. In attempt to make the silence less of an annoyance, he trudged to the window and opened it - not only letting in a cool breeze which smacked him in the face, but the welcoming sound of the morning birds before dawn streaked over Ashvale Kingdom. Prince Alexander did love waking before the sun rose. It was rare for him to be awake at such hours but when he was, it was something he wished he was awake more often for. In Ashvale, there was rarely anything more beautiful than the beginning of the day in winter - when snow covered ground in thick blankets, glittering and gleaming in the light under the mist of fog that winter brought with it. The Prince sighed in content, pleased as he saw the sun peeking over the distant horizon, and the birds tweeting tunes of which he found relaxing among the tense silence that would be his sleeping chambers. A knock at his large, wooden door broke him from the wonderful place of daydreaming where he would live most of his life when alone. He turned, leaning against the window frame and commanded the person whom had knocked to enter. The door opened slowly, revealing the bright, smiley face of the clothing tailor, Prince Alexander had no care of to what her name might be. She was an annoyance to the teenager, but she did mean well and was only there on command of his royal highness, the King.
"Prince Alexander," she curtsied in her little green dress, to which the Prince had to bow back as he had been raised to. "Good day to you."
"What d'you want?" he rudely replied, with no care whatsoever of manners which his mother, the Queen, had taught him to use.
The clothing tailor did not let this change her attitude as she beamed and spoke, "I have your clothes for today. His majesty, the King, would like to see you in the dining hall in precisely twenty minutes. A maid shall be here in about fifteen minutes to do your hair." She gently laid down the pieces of clothing onto his bed and left the chambers with a cheerful, "Thank you for your time."
Prince Alexander rolled his eyes at her retreating footsteps that echoed off of the walls. Of course his father would want a meeting with him when he was so relaxed today - his father, the King, had a knack of ruining the Prince's day with his meetings and talks and yelling. The King was bossy and cruel, proud and full of pride in himself. Prince Alexander much preferred the kind-heartedness of his mother, the Queen, but as things were, he had to deal with his father. He strolled towards the bed, and took in the clothing that he was apparently meant to wear. A look of disgust crossed his face as he stared. It was horrendous. A lime green tie-up shirt, with a lace collar, and a leather brown jacket were what he began to look at. With this were extremely tight black leggings that would surely cut off his blood circulation, with black knee-length and gold-rimmed baggy pants to go over the top. Plain white knee-high socks made the Prince wonder if the tailor had confused his wear for some village school-girl's. The lace-up knee-high black boots just made him want to throw up on the spot. On top of that, a brown robe lay next to it all, with the obvious intent to make him look more royal but, the Prince thought, it would make him look stupid. Discarding the tailor's comment to dress into the dreadful clothing, Prince Alexander wandered to his dresser, pulling out a black button-up shirt with some normal dress trousers, some ankle socks and his beloved brown worn-out boots - and a deep red cape. It was formal enough for his father to be happy with, yet casual enough for him to be comfortable and happy in. A few minutes after the teenage royal had dressed, another knock came to his wooden door, echoing through his sleeping chambers. He commanded entry to whomever it may be this time and the door opened much faster this time to reveal an unknown face. It was a girl who held a leather bag and wore a blue dress with blonde hair and green eyes. Her bright, cheerful voice filled the entire chamber, the echo almost deafening the Prince - it annoyed him to extreme lengths, because he honestly tried to make his own chambers peaceful and then people interrupted with their stupid grand talk and attempts to force him into silly outfits that his father, 'in all his great royal highness rights, the King of Ashvale Kingdom', would approve of. Prince Alexander was known for his stubbornness, though, and it was rare that they managed to succeed in making him do as his father wished if the Prince wished not.
