Dustin didn't get up or even hurry to the next class. He looked at Fiona. She was beautiful yet so very far from his rich. Heir to a throne or not...she would never love him. His mother made sure he knew that. That he was utterly unlovable. Totally beyond loving. His advisor was guarding his throne until he came of age. That age was 21. Which is why he was sent here to live for a while. To be out of the line of fire...so to speak. He went from rebel child to prince in under twenty-four hours. His grandmother was the current Queen or Pharoh of Egypt. She wanted him home. Wanted him here. Otherwise he would have been long gone. He finished eating. Sighing he stands up and heads towards his first class....music. He entered the class and began to sing a song like instructed.<br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4HciESeQbU"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/L4HciESeQbU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/>Upon finishing he was requested to sing yet another song. He closes his eyes and begins to sing yet again. He wanted to go and meld into the shadows. He didn't think he was much of anything. He just wanted to just go lay down.<br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pW3tQx2HkMM"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/pW3tQx2HkMM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>