A clutter of books, and several parchments fell to the floor in an undignified manner as a burst of blonde hair lifted up from the large mahogany desk at the corner of the room, letting the sunlight bathe its warmth upon the youngest prince of Celakor.  His olive eyes began to adjust to the light as Lethonel realized that, once again, he was late.  As Lethonel caught sight of the outer ring of the kingdom through the window, he couldn't help but let out a relaxed sigh.  This was one of the reasons why he preferred dozing off on his study.  It allowed him see, at least, a portion of the kingdom in its splendor, and for a monarch, it was a rare commodity since you were trailed by a series of bodyguards who never let you go anywhere outside of the walls.  Lethonel turned his gaze back unto his desk, realizing that his latest book, 'Anatomical Features of Males and Females', was already stained with his saliva.

Lethonel's mind weaved back to why he even started reading this book.  Oh, no, it was not because he wanted to research about his disease or anything honorable for that matter.  In fact, he, ashamedly, got curious of the anatomical differences between [i]him[/i] and [i]her[/i].  Lethonel Proudsword, scholar of Celakor, felt like a criminal-- hiding what he was reading from his parents, siblings, and retainers.  Oh, well, probably, they'd just think that he was researching on his disease.  Thoughts of what he had read rushed back to his mind, causing a tint of red to immediately flush from his cheeks.  [color=bc8dbf]"Who would have thought that they had [i]that[/i]?"[/color]  he glided his fingers over his dry lips before he felt it...  oh, he felt it coming.  Instantly, he covered his mouth as a series of guttural coughs overrode his system.  He did his best to suppress the sounds, not wanting his family to have to hear their liability so early in the morning.  He stumbled for a bit as he attempted to stand up, but, ultimately, he was able to reach his bathroom, and began to wash and clean himself for the start of the new day, which was probably prompted by his father's incessant voice that echoed outside his room.  Throughout the ordeal, he tried his best to make his coughs as inaudible as possible whilst the thoughts of his research continued to permeate his thoughts.

Then, the door to his chamber swung open.  Lethonel, dressed in his standard prince attire but with the lack of armor, bounded out as he immediately came across Sariel, his Father and King, and Alistair, his brother and the crown prince.  He placed his right hand on his chest before bowing to the two figures, then, he brought up his hand to his mouth in an effort to suppress the cough once more.  [color=bc8dbf]"Father, brother..."[/color]  he finally spoke.  [color=bc8dbf]"Pardon my tardiness.  I have been sleeping irregularly as of late."[/color]  Lethonel smiled as he extended a stack of neatly bound parchments to his father.  [color=bc8dbf]"The proposals for the kingdom's watering system and rations have been developed by the Scholars of the Moon, father."[/color]  The Scholars of the Moon were a conclave of talented individuals who work directly under the crown, focusing more on research rather than battle-- some peasants and other officials murmur and whisper of how these scholars were the intellectual counterpart of the Kingsguard.  But, of course, they are just rumors.  As the child of the king, Lethonel immediately joined the organization and was inducted as one of its own shortly after he turned fourteen.

Then, he turned to his brother with a nod.  [color=bc8dbf]"I can never beat your zeal for service, brother.  I could only dream to attaining the same glory as you."[/color]  There were no lies in his words.  Lethonel really did look up to his brother immensely.  For him, Alistair was the epitome of what a prince, a soldier, and a man should be.  He had tried to follow his brother's steps during their childhood, but when the former could only handle wooden swords, the latter was already firing a longbow.  There was a definite ravine between their skills; a gap that Lethonel could never hope to bridge for a century to pass.  Then, there was also his sister:  Rida.  He had also looked up to her for her energy and enthusiasm.  Sure, she trespassed to his room and, potentially, piece together his recent escapades, but she had something that Lethonel could never find in books:  fun.  Rida knew how to have fun, how to enjoy life, and that was something that not even Alistair could do.Finally, Lethonel turned to his father.  [color=bc8dbf]"I heard that you require my aid, father?  What is it I can do for the crown?"[/color]  his hand rested on the rapier at his side; a rapier that was not even used in combat once.  It was merely there for show, as if to hide his already weak constitution.