King Kyrian Black sighed as he rubbed his hand over his eyes, rubbing them with his index finger and his thumb for a moment. Ah, sometimes the people that worked for him seriously gave him headaches. There was only one servant boy and his own son that he could actually stand. With no Queen at his side anymore, things had gotten harder, but that was okay. He would always love his dead wife, but he had moved on to other things.
The hand on his eyes moved back and ran his hand over his dark hair. He opened black eyes and looked up when the doors to the dining room opened, his son coming inside. His son wasn't the normal prince. Well, he was, but he didn't like to dress as one and no matter what Kyrian said, Nicolaii wouldn't change.
The seventeen year old boy had light hair and light gray eyes. He looked more like his mother than he did him. Nicolaii was skinny and he wore dark clothes that hugged his bodies and showed off his curves to anyone that was willing to look. Nicolaii sat down at the table with a small sigh.
"What's the matter, son?" Kyrian asked quietly, leaning back in his chair as they waited for dinner to be served. He leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, folding his hands in his lap as he watched Nicolaii.
Nicolaii shrugged his shoulders a little bit. "The people of this country can be annoying..." he said softly, shaking his head a little bit and let out another sigh. "I can't go a damned place without a crowd of fangirls following after me. It's a club, a bloody club they have set out!"
The hand on his eyes moved back and ran his hand over his dark hair. He opened black eyes and looked up when the doors to the dining room opened, his son coming inside. His son wasn't the normal prince. Well, he was, but he didn't like to dress as one and no matter what Kyrian said, Nicolaii wouldn't change.
The seventeen year old boy had light hair and light gray eyes. He looked more like his mother than he did him. Nicolaii was skinny and he wore dark clothes that hugged his bodies and showed off his curves to anyone that was willing to look. Nicolaii sat down at the table with a small sigh.
"What's the matter, son?" Kyrian asked quietly, leaning back in his chair as they waited for dinner to be served. He leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, folding his hands in his lap as he watched Nicolaii.
Nicolaii shrugged his shoulders a little bit. "The people of this country can be annoying..." he said softly, shaking his head a little bit and let out another sigh. "I can't go a damned place without a crowd of fangirls following after me. It's a club, a bloody club they have set out!"