Zam stares at himself in his mirror. Golden trims decorate his royal attire, all laced with expensive gems and threads. Fit for a prince like himself. He dusts himself off, fixes his hair a little, then turns around and sighs.

He was meant to prepare for this royal ball his father prepared for his 19th birthday, which was today. Soon.

Now he just has to wait for his guard to arrive so he can be escorted there.

👑 | " hmm. . " He hums as he waits somewhat impatiently.

(be anyone you want ^^)