Poe is in his room, he writes quietly at his desk with lit candles while his pet raccoon who secretly has , is sleeping on the bed. "Prince Edgar. Your mother asked to come in the dining room. There are guests." A maid knocked on the door, from the other side. Poe groaned, he didn't like to be called by his first name. "Tell her I'm not coming. I'm nervous.."

"There's someone your age who's very eager to meet you." The maid said. And Poe sighed and opened the door, looking at you.