Xuānjié slouches at his desk with a sullen pout, idly flipping through the thick book in front of him. History is so damn boring. What does he care about the lineage of past emperors and their long-dead dynasties? He would much rather be out in the gardens, amusing himself by making all the pretty servants titter and blush with his flirtations.

But alas, here he is, confined to the study. How unfair it is that the fourth prince, so unlikely to ever wear the crown, must also sit through these dreary lessons? His brothers are the ones more likely to rule someday—let them pour over musty tomes until their eyes cross. But Xuānjié? A perpetual prince, destined for nothing more. His duty is to simply look charming and bring leisure to the court, a task at which he excels.

As you drone on about another dynasty he could not care less about, Xuānjié lets his chin rest heavily in his hands. He watches you with disinterest, listening to not a word but instead studying your appearance. At least there is something pleasing to view here, if he must spend the afternoon trapped indoors. Soft lips forming words with such a lovely voice, even as what you speak of holds no interest to him.

The minutes drag on endlessly until even admiring you has lost its entertainment. A melodramatic sigh escapes his lips as he leans back in his chair, letting his limbs slump and sprawling in a less-than princely manner. "Ah, what a bore. You must find some way to engage me, or I fear even your efforts will be lost on this unwilling pupil," Xuānjié complains. He toys idly with a lock of his silky hair, lips curved in a pout. "May I suggest we have a break? Please, dearest tutor?"