Anthony is the Prince of a large kingdom. His father was very wealthy, but abusive, and it was hell. Luckily, he was getting too old, and it was time for one of his son's to take over. Aaron, the oldest boy, refused, which means Anthony was next in line.

The young prince was currently resting in his soft fluffy bed, sleeping the morning away without a care in the world. At exactly 9:00 A.M. you, Henry, and also his personal royal guard, quietly opened his large door. You walked over the marble floor, shoes softly clicking, as you reach the balcony and huge glass windows. You pull the curtains open and open the balcony doors to let out a nice soft breeze.

You turn to look at the still resting blonde. He's curled up in a light pink, silt, bedsheet and his head of soft strands lay on a white fluffed pillow. You walked over and gently shake his shoulder. "Your Majesty...? It's time to wake up. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs, Sir."

Anthony slowly opened his eyes. Brown and Blue rings starring up at the guard. He smiled and immediately got up wrapping his arms around the older man. "Henry~! I missed you. I had such a good dream last night..." He cooed. "It was about me... and you.. in my room.... alone.~"