[i][color=007236][h1] Micah Stubbe of Azaroth[/h1][/color][/i]
	He awoke slowly, his eyes opening slightly before closing them again slowly, only to open them once more. Turning his head to the side,he looked at the glowing red colors of the alarm clock next to his bed, resting on a wooden nightstand, it read 7:58. Sitting up slowly, he stretched his bare body in the warm sunlight that was beaming through his window, and pivoted, his feet now hanging off the bed. Standing up, he took several lazy steps into the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom, and turned on the shower. After Looking in the mirror for any blemishes, he opened his medicine cabinet from behind a side mirror, and opened and removed several pills from several bottles, tossing them all in his mouth at once, and using his hands as a cup for the tap water, he swallowed them quickly. Following his usual routine, he grabbed his contact case and opened the sides, one at a time, as he inserted his contacts. After slipping out of his nightwear, he stepped in his shower, and cleaned himself.

	After his shower, he began drying his hair with a blow-drier, then straightened and styled the natural waves of his hair into something more befitting of a prince. After he was satisfied, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped back into his bedroom. Walking to his closet, he pulled a pair of boxer-briefs from the top shelf, and let the towel drop, then slide the boxers up his legs and positioned them at his waist. He then grabbed a pair of black socks from their place on the shelf, and slid into those as well. Finally, he opened the top drawer of his nightstand, and pulled out his Hades Mechanical Mod Clone, equipped with the PlumeVeil RDA, and a bottle of coffee flavored vegetable glycerin; wetted the cotton in his RDA, and took a deep long inhale on the vape, and blowing out a sizable cloud. After the completion of his morning routine, he dressed himself in the dark green tuxedo he had prepared the day before, and went down to the car that was waiting for him outside.


	He watched the trees as the hills and forests of his folkish country rolled by, smiling and waving at the occasional group of children that stood in awe as the royal families car passed them by. Despite the wealth of his country, it's inhabitants were all incredibly humble and friendly. Given that it was a rather small country, word traveled quickly, and people had known for week sthat their generous prince was off for several months, and expected to return with a bride, much to the dismay of the local girls, who almost all had a crush on him from one degree to another. His nation had been at peace for a few decades, and the effects of it were clear in the lazy, happy attitudes of it's people. Several hours After the trees and humble hills had faded, he arrived in the extravagant land he had never fond himself found of, those his father was exuberant every time they entered it's borders. Shortly after, they found themselves in front of the castle that Micah had refereed to as a "powerful man's compensation." Stepping out of the car, he straightened his suit, and walked inside...