The Crown Prince

[Wolfs Ghost]

The Crown Prince

Politics.

It was one of the things that bored him to death. With the recent visit to Rheinland concluded, he was more than happy to be proceeding home. He went to Rheinland with absolutely nothing to discuss, no speeches were made. Though he was mildly amused with the welcome he received. But all-in-all, he did not care, even if it was necessary now that his two sisters were simply out of commission.

The thought made him smile, though it had quickly subsided when the news of what happened at home had reached him. The palace being attacked. Thankfully, his father was alright.

'Shame,' He thought, twirling a pen between his fingers, 'It would have been amusing if they killed the King... then all of Gallia would be mine. Oh well...'

Pushing those thoughts aside, he turned his focus back on the paper in front of him, a paper that had the royal seal of the Royal Family. A paper that would be used to convey his gratitude towards the Kusari people once he arrived in New Tokyo. A paper... that was also blank with random lines drawn on it, and a stick figure that had slanted eyes.

He smiled at his doodle before tossing his pen aside and crumpling up the piece of paper, the balled up paper soon followed the pen as it sailed through the air a short while before eventually stopping on the floor.

"As usual, I'll wing it.." He aside aloud, getting to his feet and wandering directly towards the bed. Without any second thought, he collapsed down on it, and closed his eyes.

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