(Love the intro, you must be a fan of Beauty and the Beast ;P)<br/><br/>Jackson Pierre was a prince, even if everyone around him didn't believe he was quite capable enough. He was too soft, too goofy, too forgiving. Kings were expected to be hard, to rule with a firm hand, and Jackson was too kind. His best friends all teased him that he was born the wrong gender, that he was coddled and too idealistic. In the reality, he was far more than what he seemed, but he enjoyed being 'weak'. He loved soft fluffy critters, the way the sun beamed down on the earth, the soft breezes that kissed the land, and he loved showing love. His mother had been the same way, her gentle touch had guided his father through his reign until she had passed a couple years ago. His father was slowly slipping away from him too, his heart aching for his gentle wife.<br/>Whatever his friends, advisors and rivals might say, Jackson was never going to change. He would be a good prince, and then he would be a good king. His only despair was that he had yet to find a love like his parents. Though they had been thrust together in a political engagement it had been love at first sight. The balls his father continued to host were getting tedious, and he longed for something a touch different. He wanted his life to know some excitement before he took up the mantle of King.<br/>With a heaving sigh the redheaded male flopped down into the long weaving grass outside the castle walls. He smiled at the sunshine that poured down, this was nice... A few minutes reprieve before he had to resume his daily battle training.<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-J700T using Tapatalk