@sinnersmarch requested a prince starter
For once, he is not in the hotel but instead back home. Father is not here, it is just the prince and the staff that keep the place running despite the lack of the royal family. Hands tucked into pockets, expression pulled tight, he walks the seemingly endless halls as they loom over him, the eyes of paintings staring intensely downward.
This place is full of both wonderful and awful memories. Memories of his childhood and memories of his father and sister's sadness and depression, it makes him pull his wings tighter against his back, teeth clenching behind his lips. Things were, apparently, not the same after Mom left.
Not that he knows, he was only three when she left. All he remembers is her voice, her singing. Even her appearance was provided to him by paintings, not his own mind... terrible. As if in mockery, his wandering thoughts cause him to take the hall that leads toward Lilith's personal music room, which has long seen use these last seven years.
"Tch... This is stupid... I should go back."
But he keeps walking. Grand, ornate and pointless... that's what the door is. A shove is all it takes to get it open, swinging inward with an aching squeak, revealing a room just as adorned as the door. The young Prince ignores it, moving through and directly to the piano. It was already open, his fingers brushing over the dusty keys. It's without thought he sits down on the seat, a frown pulling at his lips.
Perhaps... he could play... a little.
