I stand before the full-length mirror in my lavishly appointed dressing room, a space adorned with rich tapestries, gleaming chandeliers, and an array of fine garments. My quarters reflect my status—an heir to the throne, destined for greatness. My bearing was one of haughty confidence, every movement precise and deliberate.

I, tall and lean, possess strikingly handsome features—sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and piercing dark eyes that seem to hold a hint of disdain for the world around me. My hair, a rich crow-feather black, is meticulously styled, every strand in its place, giving me an air of polished perfection.

I begin my morning ritual with a luxurious bath, the water infused with exotic oils and rose petals. Servants attended to my every need, ensuring the temperature was just right and the towels were of the softest, finest linen. Emerging from the bath, I wrapped himself in a plush robe, embroidered with the royal crest, the Greenbriar line, in gold thread.

My wardrobe is an impressive collection of tailored suits, ceremonial robes, and accessories of the highest quality. Today, I select an ensemble that exudes both authority and elegance. I chose a dark navy suit, custom-made from the finest wool. The jacket fits me like a glove, accentuating my broad shoulders and slim waist. I pair it with a crisp white shirt, its collar starched to perfection, and a silk tie in a rich burgundy hue, intricately patterned.

 I slip on a pair of black leather shoes, polished to a mirror shine, and fasten them with precision. I then adorned himself with understated yet exquisite accessories: a pair of gold cufflinks, each set with a small sapphire, and a sleek, gold wristwatch that spoke of wealth and refinement.

Finally, I stand before the mirror, my eyes narrowing slightly as I assess my reflection. I adjust my single earring on my right ear one last time and straightened my jacket, ensuring every detail is flawless. My expression was one of self-assured pride, a prince who knew his worth and expected the world to recognize it.

With a final glance, I turn and stride from my dressing room, ready to meet Nicasia.