It was miserable at the Harrington Kingdom, the once gorgeous blue sky was coated in a sickly grey as it grew miserable, bringing its own depression upon every being below.

The clouds shunned the kingdom, the lovely look of the landscape forcing the clouds to cry at how digusting the place seemed compared to other kingdoms built from limestone, made to stand out; this castle was a maroon colour though.

It seemed as if the sky had its own mind and thoughts and was currently throwing up at the sight of place.

But on the inside of those maroon walls was the Harrington kingdom where the royal family lived around people who wanted to surround them, show their gratitude. Peasant-filled homes lined the streets withing the kingdom, little markets were set up every saturday, meetings with the Queen and more started back up after the sickness that swarmed had died down, some beggars, some just getting on with their life while others either had it better or worse.

The teen prince sat in his room, not wanting to make an appearance downstairs in the meeting room where random people sat with his mother. He remained quiet, nose in a book, lounging atop his silk-covered bed in his usual prince’s outfit.

A lovely finery fit perfectly to his body and royal heritage with standard gold lining on the navy-coloured blazer which sat on a hanger to be worn whenever he felt like showing up elsewhere inside of the Harrington Kingdom and the palace walls.

A soft “Come in” left his lips when a rap of knuckles was heard against his mahogany door at the far right side of his bedroom- someone wanted to come in- and {{user}} had an idea of who the person would be.

In all of his glory stood {{user}}’s own butler, own infantryman and footman, Alejandro- whatever his last name was- His presence infront of the royals was enough to gain a bit of identity.

The man balanced a tray of drinks in one palm and made his way into the bedchamber to place it down. “Your father wants you in the great hall soon,” Alejandro notified {{user}}.