Living Room

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.

Anna strolled down the halls of the palace humming a cheery tune as she peered into rooms to see what everyone was doing. Her loveley white dress dragged elegantly behind her. Anna knew better than to be nosey but she could not help herself. All the princes and princesses were busy minding their own business and tending to their needs. Boredom got the better of Anna and she needed to socialize. She trotted into the living room to see Perrin resting on the couch. He seemed lifeless and depressed, which was not really a surprise to Anna. Perrin had never really seemed content or happy living in the palace.

"Hello, Little Brother!" greeted Anna, sitting on the armrest of the couch, "Why don't you play me some lovely music on the piano, you know how much I love to hear you play." She hoped her request might cheer him up. His disposition always upset her. Perrin's depression had bothered Anna since he became part of the royal family. What bothered her most was that she could never change his way of thinking. If she wanted, she could force him to be happy or read his thoughts but she loved her siblings too much to control them. As the oldest princess, she had to look out for her brothers and sisters. Her father and step-mother were always much too busy to tend to all the children.

Perrin's eyes flashed open, as he had been holding them closed. "Hmm?" His face showed surprise, blue eyes widened rather than being narrowed. No one really liked to deal with him that much. Most didn't approach him unless it was absolutely nessisary. His eyes trailed off to the side, narrowing once again, his brows drawn up towards the center. "O-oh. You're sure? I suppose i could." He slowly lifted himself upright, rubbing at the side of his head. Even he didn't quite understand why he felt so uncomfortable making eye contact with his own family. Or, who were supposed to be his family. But he still felt lower than them- being of half peasant blood.

Drawing himself up, he closed the book that sat on his lap and placed it down with barely a sound on th coffee table. Perrin took a deep breath, then half-dragged himself across the room to sit at the piano. Laying his fongers on the keys hesitantly, he looked back shyly at Anna for reassurance of the act, though he clearly didn't need it.