Amadeus Leonhart
Time ticked ticked ticked tocked on. It rang in his ears, the pendulum beat of the grandfather clock. Behind those eyelids laid eyes that wondered and spazzed around with uncertainty and fear. All too soon, the chime of six, loud and clear indeed, gave the young man a shock throughout his whole body. A yelp flew into the air and burst like a firework, enveloping the room with this noise until suddenly, coming into rest. A little bead of sweat caressed his face as it traced its way downward from his forehead to his chin. Scratching his head around in an unknown frenzy as to try to throw out any remnants of those terrors in the night that were in his head, Amadeus exhaled the oxygen that held tension.
Gripping the covers, his lips were drawn into a thin line. He swallowed last night's silent cries and sat on the bed properly with wide eyes. Staring at the sheets that covered him, nothing comes into his mind, no memory about what horrifying dream he had dreamt that night. The last chime of six o'clock rang, leading the young prince to push aside his train of thought into a cliff. Poor little train. His tired eyes, dampened from nightmares he cannot recall, widened once more at the sight that it was truly six.
A knock rasped against the door, a chorus of giggling maids could be heard. Hearing this, he groaned a bit at how he had to wake up earlier but laughed it off afterwards as he reached for the door. "Ah, Mrs. Gaila! And uhm...ladies. What brings you here?" The big woman of the group, around the age of 46, giggled once more upon hearing his groggy reply. "Oh! But my darling Leo, of course, we are here for your preparation!" Amadeus gave an unconvincing smile as he rubbed his cheek. "Can I not oversleep for even a minute, my good woman?" Said woman placed her hands on her chest, giving a teasing shake to the head as she invited herself in with the other three middle-aged maids in her command. "I pity you, my child. But I'm afraid it's into the preparations you go!" With a final round of laughter, the doors to the prince's chambers were shut tight.
"Mrs. Gaila is such a nice caretaker, but she doesn't know when to give a growing man his required sleep!" Amadeus Leonhart, the youngest prince of the Noble Soul Kingdom, yawned in a rather normal manner. He would politely greet anyone that passes by him in the hallways as he made his way through the Grand Castle located in the Free Territory. Needless to say, the building was quite...grand. This silly thought made him lose composure with a little laugh, onlookers like maids and butlers raised an eye at him as he laughed like a child with a secret in the middle of nowhere. Even if this was the Free Territory, it wouldn't mean that Amadeus was free from the daily routine of getting pulled off his wanted sleep by his old nanny since he was ten years of age, Mrs. Gaila. Taking a sigh for these misfortunes, he took a sigh and wished he could go back to his beloved rest. But today was important! So suppose, there was a good reason to wake up any ways.
He stopped shortly in front of one of the many mirrors in his hallway that connects to his room and the meeting hall. He was dressed in a slick black tuxedo that showed off his slender, non-muscled self, with the dress shirt being of marigold and the neck-tie being white. His dress pants and shoes were of black as well. The prince combed his hair out of the gel, courtesy of Mrs. Gaila, to give a better look for him, rather than that awkward style of hair being pulled back. Feeling content, Amadeus gave a nod to his reflection, making sure to tuck in a little necklace behind his jacket for protection. That said, he continued his walk towards the end of the hall.
A distance away, he can see two ivory doors at the end. The middle of the two was decorated with a flower he did not recognize at all. Beside it, two hummingbirds swiftly flutter above it as they fed on its nutrients and nectar. They lie there on their respective sides of the doors, left and right. With each step closer, his view began to fade to a blur. He rubbed his eyes to get rid of this blurriness that wouldn’t leave him for how long. But soon enough, at least he can locate the handle, which looked like a thin bar of gold, fizzy from his bad sight. Turning it, he pushed aside the door and closed it silently.
Before getting in to his proper seat, a voice much older than his had spoken up: “Sir! We must check you first.” Amadeus raised a brow at this as he raised his hands past his head as they started patting him for any spots he could have hidden a weapon. Sad to say for Amadeus, he left his weapons back at his room. ’Darn…’ Oh well, at least there’s a good thing for not bringing them, right? Suspicious guards and everywhere….he’s sure he won’t hurt anybody out of anger here, right?
Taking his seat in the assembly hall, his eyes darted around for his ‘wife-to-be’ excitedly. First, he had found his father, and gave him a slow, respectful nod as to bid him good morning. Second, he had spot Gail, giving him a wave of a hand. Finally, he laid eyes on a beautiful maiden not too far from his brother. Surely, he thought, that this woman was indeed glamorous in her appearance. But something tells him this woman is not his, rather, the eldest prince’s. He looked above the princess shortly to find a man older than he, and probably experienced more than he could ever. This guardian’s appearance amused him, assuming he wasn’t around here. Amadeus doesn’t know anyone or any group within the three territories that wears paint upon their face.
With a sigh, he slumped back unnoticed against his chair, fiddling with a medium-sized bouquet in his hand, wrapped in laced paper and cream-coloured ribbons. Suppose he would have to wait longer for his own princess. But in this span of time, nervousness was building up as he wondered if he’d be able to make a good first impression.