Roman whistled softly, plucking mushroom from the soft earthen ground of the Imagination. He put them in his basket.

"Whatcha doin' there?" A sweet but somewhat posh voice asked.

Roman flinched in surprise.

"Oh! Hello, Your Majesty- I mean- Aldous!"

"Hello Roman, are you collecting food for your stew again?"

Aldous was an almost replica of Roman, that was because he was. Roman had preferred village life over bustling palace staff and servants. So he created Aldous. 

Aldous was not as old as Roman was. While Thomas was in his early thirties, Aldous seemed a decade younger, about 19. 

Aldous was pretty much the perfect prince. 

Ginger hair and blue eyes. Freckles splattered over his nose and cheeks, and peachy skin.

He was compassionate, non-judgemental, brave, sweet and also a little childish.

But something always felt...odd about the young prince.

He gave off a 'side' energy rather than a 'creation' energy.

Roman dismissed the idea every time he thought of it.

The prince tagged along with Roman, helping pick fruits and vegetables.

A roar erupted from near the entrance to the Imagination.

"Butterflies!" Roman swore, setting down his basket and running to the entrance.

"Wait, where are you going?" Adous called out, running after him.