❅|| A Cinderella Complex ||❅ {lady-with-a-screwdriver} [closed]
What an awful, terribly, no-good, prince.
I heard he was like the old Queen Elsa
He'll try to kill us. He's no good here.
-----❅ Blond hair swayed whilst nimble fingers gathered it into a ribbon. A dark blue colour to match his uniform-blue vest with golden threading and white long sleeves. Black pants to match his black buttons, along with knee-high white boots. He looked the part, at least.
"I have an open throne room today! Quick, open up the gates!" His voice bellowed, legs walking in long strides to reach the throne room quickly. Guards and workers bustled around the large place, doors slamming open and knights taking their guard next to the young prince while the teen fell into his chair.
"Sir," His highest knight beckoned. Azure hues glance to the iron-clad man, eyebrow raised in confusion. "There are many villagers here to speak today-are you sure you can handle it? We are sure some are here with ill intentions."
"I'm a prince." Is his reply. "I'm always ready. Let the first one in!"
A few hours passed and nothing worth mentioning had happened. The day had only seemed to drag on forever. However, there were still more people so this couldn't hold true forever.