<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ZEMNJwG.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em><strong>Prince Bastille Linx</strong></em></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Location</strong></span><br/><em>Academy Entrance</em><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>With</strong></span><br/><em>Wen Xi Jun</em>,<em>everyone</em><br/><hr/><br/>The young prince had been late the the gathering of his peers or what he deemed them within his mind as the less privileged when in comparison to himself. If this hadn't been mandatory Bastille would of never graced such common folk with his existence. The reason of said tardiness was due to his impatient nature; The previous night he had been gifted with his riding uniform, and had found it to unbearable and wore it this day. First impressions were an important step when dealing with those he would one day rule.<br/><br/>The young lagged behind the group as he looked behind him to see if his servant had picked up the pace,<strong>"Your Lord awaits Jun do not make me waste what precious time I have."</strong>snapping gloves fingers as if to signal him to pick up the pace. Bastille had never called Wen by his first name; always doing so as if showing who was in charge when in the reality of things all Wen had to do was turn and make the Prince into a smoldering heap of ash. Both of them knew this would never happen though so he'd capitalize on it while he could.<br/><br/>Bastille's pace quickened as he weaved past a few students pumping into them without as much as an apology rather he told them to get out of his way, shoo them from his presence if they had a retort, or utterly ignored them entirely. He gave off the pompous attitude that most royal brats gave off when they wanted something first. He wanted to lead, but fell short winded due to his lack of exercise; only to have them all pass him once more leaving him in the back.