As always, Adam had risen up an hour before sunrise.  While he would have preferred nothing more than to have stayed in bed with his beautiful queen, Adam had a responsibilities to take care of in the mornings.  While some royalty preferred to let their advisers do their work for them, Adam was not one of them.  It was his intention to always have a hand in the way his kingdom was run, having learned from the written history of others that came before him that it was in both the kingdom's and his own interest to have a hand in the way things progressed.<br/><br/>However, today was different.  When Prince Adam and Ariel had announced the ball, Adam had recognized just how excited his wife had been and had pushed himself over the last several weeks to make sure everything was taken care of for the occasion.  He had only a few minor issues to clear up in the morning, one of which was to make sure that his absence over the next few days wouldn't be an issue with his advisers and that any issues which might come up would be prepared for by others.  The other, had been to walk Sultan and Gunther, the castle dogs.  Sultan, a spaniel which had lived life as a foot stool for a number of years and the smaller of the two, didn't need as much exercise as his larger play mate and the castle guardian, Gunther.  Gunther, who had once upon a time been cursed to the life of a stove, was a large and powerful mastiff, who needed plenty of exercise.  While usually it was up to the castle staff to walk him, Adam had been feeling quite energetic today and had taken it upon himself to journey the castle grounds with the dogs while seeing that everything was properly prepared for his absence.<br/><br/>It was in the library itself that Belle would find her husband, with both Gunther and Sultan laying at his feet.  He was not properly dressed yet, but rather wearing a loose fitting white shirt, a pair of polished black shoes and a pair of black pants with gold buckled leather belt.  His long, light auburn hair sat loosely around his head.  A handsome man, tall of height and strong of build, Adam had once upon a time been a mean, spoiled prince when he was cursed by a witch for his vanity.  Years alone had changed him and though a hard exterior often showed to those that knew him little, Adam did his best to patient with those around him and loving with his wife.  At the moment he was enjoying a simple glass of warm tea at his table, with a large volume in front of him on the kingdom's history.  Upon Belle entering, Adam looked up, smiled and rose from his seat to make his way over to her.<br/><br/>"I trust you slept well my love," asked the king as he'd reach to wrap his arms around her waist and leaning his head down went to press a soft kiss to her forehead.