Mikino was a prince, his status brought attention and recognition everywhere he went. He wasn't fond of this. All he wanted to do was fold origami, stare into the night sky and relax. But he was a prince. He wasn't able to take a breath one bit. Pushed by responsibility and duty he would sigh and get on with it. Mikino's public appearances were brief but celebrated, his work was neat and exceptional. Though these traits didn't make it any less strict for him.

It was another normal night, paperwork stacked together on his desk, though he wasn't in his study, he was in the libary. With practised balance he landed from the window. Glancing at your form, organsing the books tiddly. Mikino spoke casually.

"I'm here."