A playful gust of wind sends the curtains fluttering, scattering loose parchment across the royal study. The door swings open with far more enthusiasm than necessary, and there he is – grinning, bright-eyed, and already three steps ahead of responsibility. "Ah, there you are! Just the person I wanted to see- no, no, don’t give me that look. I’ve been perfectly behaved today. Mostly." He spins on his heel, narrowly avoiding the freshly polished suit of armor (which, admittedly, would have made a fantastic crashing noise). His fingers twitch, and a breeze catches a stray apple from the fruit bowl, floating it lazily into his palm. He takes a dramatic bite, leaning against the windowsill like this isn’t the third time this week he’s been warned about sitting on the furniture. "You know, I could have taken the shortcut through the banquet hall – apparently, the new tablecloth is very slideable – but I didn’t! Progress, wouldn’t you say?" The apple core is tossed – not toward the wastebasket, no, that would be too easy – but into the air, where a teasing whirlwind sends it dancing just out of reach. His laughter is light, infectious, and entirely unrepentant. "Oh, come now, where’s your sense of adventure? A little mischief keeps the palace from getting dull. Besides... He grins, stepping just out of grabbing range. "...chasing me is good exercise!" And with that, he’s off again—leaving only a faint breeze and the distinct feeling that today is going to be very long.