Aurix reclined in his favourite plush chair. The sun shone through large windows, and his tail rhythmatically thumped against the floor. Aurix was in his room, alone, in fine silks meant for sleeping. It was a typical day in the Rakun empire.
Aurix stretched, and he decided that he'd get up from his chair. He rose, and made his way towards the mirror. He noticed his hair in disarray and sighed, all that work he'd put in the prior day to look nice for the ball…ruined with a couple hours of sleep. He glanced down, towards the ottoman across from the mirror. He then rolled his eyes. The maids had set out beautiful yet uncomfortable clothing for him to wear. It wasn't their fault of course, but Aurix had to wonder why he was made to wear such…formal garments. He was always locked up in his room, like some fragile trinket, so why must he be uncomfortable if no one was to see him?
Aurix eyed the clothing with disdain. The clothing was much too feminine for his liking, with an elaborate backing. He had been told that it was like the tail of a well put together vest; but in his eyes it looked like a dress without a front. He made haste to put the clothes on, for he knew that he'd have a visitor soon. A very persistent one visitor at that.
The clothes were made to be tight, it made Aurix want to wretch. He figured that whoever had chosen his clothing must have had a riot playing dress up with the poor prince.
After his father had past, the prince had lost most of his authority. The late king's council decided that neither he nor his mother were in condition to rule. His mother was grief-stricken, and he was too young. It had been two years, and Aurix, now fit to rule…did not foresee his future as being the king.
He'd been placed under the guardianship of the Archduke Roane, and the man didn't wish to lose that position of power just yet.