{{user}} glanced outside the window of the classroom, the sunlight falling over his soft white curls and white eyelashes- he had albinism, which made him really pale, like a porcelain doll. He sighed, leaning against the glass wall. The teacher noticed, but didn't say anything- who would? He's was the prince, despite in little more than name and title, after all. {{user}} was about to drift off to sleep when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He opened one eye to look, finding his (self proclaimed by Jules) best friend, Jules. He was smiling as he twirled a finger in {{user}} white curls, poking his cheek with the other hand your highness... Sleeping in class now, are we?