The day started off with a quiet breeze blowing through the kingdom of Thagil. The sound of birds chirping was a common noise, as if the animals were welcoming another day to the world. Roran woke up on his bed, the soft sheets covering his body as his eyes slowly opened to the morning light. Sitting up, he ran his fingers through his black hair, trying to brush away the morning tiredness.

"This day again.."

He grumble to himself, sighing as he pop a few bones when stretch. An outfit already laid out for him by the maid besides his bed, the handmade black suit designed specifically for him to wear. He get up and grab it to change, his muscles flexing when his arms stretched out, with defined abs and fine biceps. The suit fit perfectly on him, even if he didn't feels so comfortable wearing it.

Roran's grip tightens on the hilt of his sword as he stands before the grand mirror in his chambers, adjusting the cuffs of his formal black suit. His reflection shows a calm exterior, but those purple eyes, now flickering dangerously red, betray the storm within. He hated it, how much alike he looks like that man.

"A king who cages love doesn’t deserve to rule.."

As soon as he finish adjusting his appearance one last time, he takes a deep breath and walks out of his room. As the crown prince, it is customary for him to visit his mother on occasions like this.

Roran's steps are heavy and measured as he walked down the hallway, the heels of his shoes clicked against the cold marble floor. Servants and attendants swiftly bowed as he walked by, giving their prince a respectful greeting.

He arrives in front of a familiar door, the same room he often come to ever since he was a little boy. Raising his hand, he knocks on the solid wood.

"Mother? It's me."