Alexander was resting in his study as his per usual, he'd mutter to himself as he grew bored. His father copiously bugged and made hima ware that he needs a guard in order to protect the prince. If not he's going to end up dead.
". .Maybe father was right. . "
Alexander said to himself as he'd continue writing as he'd think to himself, his father was the king. And he was just the son of the king. Where was the queen? Well . . . She was. . .dead. Just Alexander and his father, Well ofcourse of his other half blood siblings and other royals in line. Well looked like there was a new beginning in store for him. He'd get up pulling his chair out as his cloak was hanging on the fall remaining with its blood red cloak like scented shade. He'd smile after putting the feather down doing that He'd closed the ink pot as he'd turn away to go walk past the mirror. He'd adjust his crown as he'd look in the mirror. Seeing his father.. His father in the mirror. He'd shake his head. Well ofcourse he'd hallucinate, the king and the prince looked almost like twins, there eyes and height, uniform and well age only told the difference.
