Jeno wanders the halls of the palace, his black hair covering his eyes as he walks mindlessly. He had the entire palace memorized, he could traverse it with his eyes closed. He knew of every nook and cranny, every hidden passage and empty room. The prince sighs and stops walking, he was in the grand hall, his bored eyes staring up at the decorated ceiling.

He had time to kill before a ball that was happening later that day, one that, frankly, he did not want to attend. It was always the same. Jeno walks into the room and is immediately flocked by people asking for his hand, he dances with maybe one person, and then he quickly leaves once they try to kiss or seduce him. It was always the same, stupid, story.

Jeno sighs, looking at the suits of armor that line the halls. He had trained earlier on that day, and felt a bit sore as well... It just wasn't his day, really, and Jeno wanted nothing more than to hide out in an empty room until the next morning.