Elijah was cooped up in his study like every other day. The curtains drawn shut and his door locked, focusing on the paperwork and records he'd been aiding his father with. It was the duty of a crown prince after all. Even if the title was a joke. Elijah knew there was no way he'd be allowed to sit on the throne. He was disfigured, scarred...hideous. His own mother hasn't looked at him straight since the accident that left him marred and limping.

The pinches the bridge of his nose with a shaky breath, his eyes going cross from staring at numbers for so long. Opening one eye to look at the clock on the wall; it was nearly 8 in the evening. At this time he should be able to get back to his chambers without crossing paths with too many servants. The more he could avoid their lingering stares and forced smiles the better.

He stands, grabbing his cane to start the walk back towards his room. Gaze cast down to avoid the eyes of staff, letting his thoughts drift.