In the looking glass, he simultaneously saw someone that was both himself, and not. Yes, there was the familiar faintness to his skin, the perfect slope of his nose, the pale white ghosts that served as his eyes. But, those were trace elements of what he once was-- shadows of the past. He is no longer a boy of pastures and wilderness and barefeet and freedom. He is a ruler and an adult, and the metal-chain weight of his responsibilities, and title wore on him heavier than even the furs of this ridiculous cape.
His present appearance had made this obvious.
The shirt upon his back was of spun silk, and there was a crown atop his head... His hair has greyed (he admits, he feels older than he can stand) and if one were to look hard into those pale ghost white eyes, he (or she) would notice that there were small, blood coloured particles that floated and flickered in the tear water like Oriental bombs (and on that matter, he admits that he could never acquaint himself comfortably with them). He didn’t remember the last time he smiled. The muscles about his mouth were perhaps too tired for such a task and he truly felt sorry for it.
Still, there was no turning back the hands of time. He had given too much and taken too little to become the king of this place, and, as cold and vile and empty as it turned out to be, he now had reign the best he could.
Turning away from the mirror, the king forced the corner of his lips upward...
(Though truly it was a quite bitter look)
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EXTRA NOTES
- He agreed to become a king but it's a cursed kingdom he's ruling over. OR UH LOL JUST HIS JOB SUCKS. YEAH.
UNCOMFORTABLE IN HIS POSITION OF POWER!
TALL I LIKE TALL MEN
PALE SKIN.
uhm, i also imagine him to be in his 20s? yeah!!
his cape is v. heavy and warm
