The Realms of Kitlance
The sun wakes you up early that morning as it peaks over the horizon and into your window. You moan as you stretch you don't really want to get out of your feather 4 post bed but you force yourself too. You feel terrible. Your not sure if that is because you drank too much last night or because today is your father's funeral, or maybe both. You walk over to the mirror and wash your face with the cold water from the a bowl on the dresser.
Your room is a simple room for a prince. It is small with only room for a dresser a bed and a large mirror in the corner.
You walk over to the mirror and stare into it. You do your best to stand up straight as you look at yourself. Are you really ready to be king?
You take a long look at yourself in the mirror. You are about 6'2". You have long silver hair and large ice blue eyes. Your face is very smooth and round almost like a mask. You wear only the undershorts that your fell asleep in last night. The muscles of your young body are very tone and ready for battle. You are about to ask another question when you suddenly hear something behind you.
Your room is a simple room for a prince. It is small with only room for a dresser a bed and a large mirror in the corner.
You walk over to the mirror and stare into it. You do your best to stand up straight as you look at yourself. Are you really ready to be king?
You take a long look at yourself in the mirror. You are about 6'2". You have long silver hair and large ice blue eyes. Your face is very smooth and round almost like a mask. You wear only the undershorts that your fell asleep in last night. The muscles of your young body are very tone and ready for battle. You are about to ask another question when you suddenly hear something behind you.