The young prince sighs quietly as he gazes out the castle window, his tail twitching gently as his eyes wander over the town, watching the children play. He closes his azure-hued eyes and sits down on his bed, thinking of how wonderful it would be to have a friend. His ears flick gently as he hears his maids approaching up the tower stairwell, and he lays back submissively, slowly removing his clothing. Knowing it would do no good to try to resist being groomed, he simply lays there as the maids slip into his room, all too young to know much about the male anatomy, and therefor too young to try to take advantage of the boy prince. One of the females - a lovely lioness cub - sits gently by his head, starting to comb through his hair slowly while the other two females - a zebra and a wolf cub - work on his fur, slowly combing through it, making sure to get all the knots out of it before they begin to wash him, slowly scrubbing him with a damp wash-cloth, the soap slowly seeping into his fur, giving him a scent of lavender. When the females are finished, he turns onto his stomach, letting them do his back as well. When it is finally completed, and they have left, he pulls his clothing back on and resumes his stance by the window, gazing longingly out to the children playing in the courtyard.<br/><br/>The young wolf gives a quiet sigh, looking himself over slowly before standing before his full-body mirror, admiring himself. As much as he disliked being groomed, he did quite enjoy how he looked afterwards. Unlike most of his species, his hair and fur color did not match, his hair being a thick, full-bodied brown, while his fur is a bark brown which faded to silver, and white at the tips, making him look as though he were eternally frozen in ice, which is where he'd gotten his name; Glacies, however he still preffered not to be called that, much more preffering a normal, common name, but whenever he brought it up, he was scolded with 'common names are for the common scum' by his mother, or 'you have your name, and it is a noble name' by his father. Despite what his parents believed, Glacies did not think of the commonors as that, he thought of them as people just like him, equals, if not better than him, which many of them were, and he knew that. He had never had to work - or been allowed to work - while the subjects were working every day of their lives to get bye. Whenever he was able, he would always drop money out of his window for the commoners, more often then not it was picked up by a guard who pocketed it, thinking someone had lost it.<br/><br/>"Oh how I wish somebody would come and take me away from this..." He murmurs quietly, gazing about his room before returning to the window, sighing forlornly.<br/><br/>[Um... Yeah... Really talkative today...<img alt="&lt;.&lt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>]