<b><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=84757&amp;pid=2043307#pid2043307">Arthur Connington</a></b><br/><b>Location:</b>His apartment, 901 and by the end in route to the private gym of the apartment building.<br/><b>Tag:</b>-<br/><br/>Wanting to find some distraction Arthur both fired his laptop on and grabbed an apple to much on while he looked at the blank page. He normally worked on several stories at once, letting himself fantasize and kind of allowing the most interesting story to grab his attention at every moment. That way he jumped from setting to setting, from character to character, skipping from one mindset to another. Leaning over the keyboard, he thought of what he wanted to write, but his head was empty of fiction and full of the incoming date, if one could call it that, he wasn't even sure.<br/><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Prince Xavier roamed the halls of the castle, guards slightly bowing their heads at he went through. It was hard to think of it as his castle, as it had always been father's, but with him finally dead he was in charge, free of the old man's ambitions and restrictions. He could tackle the troubles of the kingdom, and pay attention to the needs of the people, but his mind returned over and over to her stepsister, the daughter of the late queen, Cassandra. His father had married again late in life with a noblewoman of a neighboring kingdom, a most political affair to add stability to the region, and yet the marriage didn't last long as she was a frail and sickly woman. That left them with her daughter, a few years younger than him. "Speak of the devil" Xavier muttered, noticing her mischievous smile painted all over her face as she noticed him walking the halls in her direction. "Good morning your highness, my king, my brother..." she said, clearly amused at her own antics even if the funeral for the king was that afternoon. Xavier looked at her and returned the smile, about to greet her. "Good morning Cassie-"</span></i><br/><br/>Arthur stopped, backing off the laptop as it was a rattlesnake. He never used names of people he knew on his stories, and yet now he was doing so before he noticed it. Damn, that was bad, very bad as there was no way to focus on his writing at the moment. Finishing the apple, Arthur decided that he needed activity to clear his mind before anything else. Going into his bedroom, he soon sorted out a sports bag with everything he needed and headed to the building's own private gym.