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The morning dawned pristine and clear, the promise of a lovely spring day seemed to echo throughout the flora surrounding the Guild Hall. With a feline stretch, the Prince would begin to shed slumber from his body and mind. His silvery eyes took in their first view of his bedroom, blinking as his pupils contracted from the light. Muscles laxing, he'd sigh pleasantly, sprawled across his satin bedclothes. Today was a very special day. The Guild would officially open, and he hoped that there would be many eager young men and women that had answered his call to rally.

Word had been spread not just in Decatur, but in many neighboring kingdoms. The son of the Rogue King would be starting a Guild in his father's honor. A Guild of adventurers whose names may someday be legend. He knew that it would surely cause a spark in his homeland. But he was going to be selective. One would definitely have to prove themselves worthy of becoming a Guildsmen.

Sitting up, he stretched one more time and then scratched his black-haired head. A yawn drifted from his lips, and then he hopped up onto his feet. His dress today had to be exceptional if he wanted to make the best impression on the new recruits. There was much for him to prove....to everyone. A fine linen shirt, the color of fresh cream, slipped on over his head and down his torso. The sleeves were long and frilled at the wrist, adding the necessary flair. The rose quartz amulet around his neck was tucked into safety beneath the fabric. Then, a form-fitting vest of cerulean velvet was set into place over top of his shirt. The buttons were polished silver, and there was silver embroidery in a vine pattern throughout the garment.

Next, he selected a pair of creamy hose, sewn thick at the bottom of his feet for he intended on wearing boots that day. Then caramel colored breeches slid up his legs and were promptly zipped and buttoned. Lastly, a pair of fine leather boots that fitted up to his knee, measured precisely to the contours of his feet. Moving to his jewelry case, he slipped on the signet ring of his monarchy on its rightful finger, and added a thick golden band with a ruby centered in it on his right ring finger. A pair of leather riding gloves, the same shade as his boots, were tucked into a pocket.

With a final glance at himself in the looking glass, he noticed his hair was a fright, and he quickly brushed it into shiny complacency. At long last, he was ready to greet the day. Exiting his apartments, he made his way down the stairs and into the gathering hall. Breakfast time! He smiled handsomely at Greta and Greg when he entered, and picked a table out to sit at.

"Hullo, majesty. Don't want to eat in your room this mornin'?" The pint-sized female chirped at him, her rosy cheeks flushing as she curtsied.

"Not this morning, Greta. Today is the day that the Guild opens, and if I want my men to respect me, I must show them that I can eat with them despite being their better." His expression was radiant with enthusiasm, not a single tone of snobbery in it. The words themselves could be taken in a wrong way, but the look on his face and the tone of his voice was quite the opposite. "Might I just have two eggs, and a slice of ham. A commoner's breakfast would be the perfect start! And a cup of tea, no honey, just some milk."

The little halfling looked somewhat surprised, but she nodded her head and went to fetch her master's breakfast. They were used to his peculiar behavior for the most part, but there were still times when he caught them off-guard.