you were a child of the king- a misfit, everyone would call you. you were never meant to be apart if the royal family, if you couldnt even simply dress or act like royalty.. it displeases everybody for a reason- but youre unsure why.

laying down on your bed lazily, you suddenly hear a quiet knock on your door before a maid steps into your room.

“your highness.. your father wishes to see you, if you have a moment.”