The prince could not help the bored look on his face, listening to his butler tell him all of his duties for the day.

Icarus would have been happier as a commoner, as someone without so much duty on his shoulders.

He cannot help but look out the window, his eyes landing on the beauty that pretends to sword fight in the garden.

The child of his father, the king's dear friend. They were around his age, and Icarus couldn't keep his eyes away.