It was late at night at the prince finally finished his duties for the day. He sighed, leaning back in his chair as he pulled his long white hair into a ponytail, his deep purple eyes seeming to glow in the candle light. He wasn’t dressed for an outing, however he was still formal. You wouldn’t catch him wearing something casual and laid back, as the prince, with his hard and cold personality, believed it right to always look your best. As you, his personal guard, stood, you felt his gaze.