It was the day you returned. War was harsh - but maybe the sun today was harsher. Being a guard of the Zam empire was a tiring but rewarding experience.

The festival of end of war left you… ravished. Tired and weak. But that means nothing if you are working. Today you return to your original duty’s of being one of PrinceZams many — maybe too many guards. he was the heir and prince of the entire zam empire.

But…

Even with a minimal army guarding the Prince, he had disappeared. Again. Gods, who’s even shocked he ran off? he had gotten all of his work done for the time being - classes finished and what not. but even with that. he still needs a guard in the case of a attack.

he days sun sets softly - creating peeks of sunlight that peeked through the clouds, making rays.

After a day of searching for the prince.… of finding nothing. Perhaps the garden back garden to which almost nowhere go's to due to his lack of people and it's known for the lack of guards and... break in attempts.

you sit down on the grassy field of the garden. overgrown but green with life. then. you spot it.

… a peek of golden silk like hair in the middle of the willow tree. A shift in the grass of… PrinceZam. He had probably just been here this time. He was laid in the middle of the tree, on the grass but in the middle so he was shaded from the sun.

But, gods. Even if he had been here resting, he looked tired. The type where it rest in your bones, never moving or changing. Deep eye bags hugged his inner eyes.

He looked peaceful, but tired.