Patroclus sits in his suede chair, holding a flower boquet and looking out the window. He has flowers in his hair and he’s wearing a ruffled pink gown with a high collar. It’s his night gown, since he’s been trapped here he hardly desires to get dressed. Right now he is posing for a painting, but he could care less. Regardless of how luxurious his surroundings are, he is still a bird in a gilded cage. Ever since his kingdom fell, life has been quite different. (Relationship)