Snippet #1429155

Perrin had himself rested down on the couch, head against one arm rest and feet stretched out to hit against the other. An open hardcover lay open on his chest, something he had been reading previous to falling asleep. He had always had nothing to do within the castle rather than read or play the piano, as he had been so used to the buisy life of a peasant until he was seven. The transition had not been easy. It still wasn't easy. He still woke each morn early and went outside, despite the fact that it was no longer a nessisary act. He just had a feeling the lazy life of a prince wasn't for him. He almost wanted to run away, but that wasn't going to work out so well. He knew it.