Snippet #2334164

Aiya. Warmth Day 35 Mid-Afternoon

Shane loved to lounge around in his bedchambers, play with his sword, and flirt with the maids- but his heart really was not in it. The green eyed Prince stared into his mirror, scrunching his nose up at his reflection. His hair was shaggy, falling around his ears and curling at the back of his neck, something he had learned that the women liked (or, at least, they said as much. The Prince had a few issues getting straight answers out of his citizens). Raking his fingers through his hair to fluff it up a bit, the Prince donned his trademark smirk and headed out of his room, his sword strapped at his hip.

He was dressed finely, as befitting his stature, and most of the servants and slaves managed to skitter away or make themselves even more invisible as he swaggered by, afraid for their life. Everyone knew of Shane’s temper, and there was a quick flurry of whispers before he managed to reach the courtyards. He looked around, his nose scrunching up as he ground his teeth. Where was Jazz? Where was his sister?

Looking up at the sky for a moment, he noticed the sun was bright in the sky, the day cloudless, blue. Beautiful, ironic considering the darkness that hid in the kingdom…

Shane grabbed a nearby maid, his fingers curling around her bicep hard.

“Go find my sister, now, and bring her to me.”

He didn’t even both to look at the quivering, near crying woman, simply dropped his hold on her and leaned back against the castle walls, awaiting for his sister to be delivered to him so he could work on seducing her, again.