Thread: Disguise | Your Personal Bully

The weather was of little consequence to Prince Felix Piers, as he had spent the last eight and a half hours inside a wagon, traveling the vast and bumpy roads to his new home. The drapes on the two windows were kept shut this was a rather dark moment in this young man's life, he did not need the sun to ruin his dark mood. It would not matter if their was a hail storm, with hail the size of large rocks, or if this God forsaken wagon ran off a cliff. Masquerading as a servant to complete a peace treaty, how laughable! The Prince blamed the fact that he was the youngest of three siblings with two older brothers, there was no need for him to be around. The wagon lurched to a stop suddenly. It was about time! They had not stopped once since they left this was an urgent matter that had no room for errors such as lateness. Felix pushed the wooden door open and hopped out, he was in no mood to wait for someone else to open it for him. What he found was a bright, sunny day the landscape full of beautiful greenery, and sounds of outside life. It would be beautiful, if Felix was here on 'vacation'. The bright sun warmed his cream colored skin, and he stretched his boyish limbs until most of the aches were gone. ??It??s so, bright here.? The male noted quietly it was the complete opposite of his Kingdom??s land. Nothing but rain most of the year, only a few days of sun. He was not so sure he liked this weather. The Prince, now servant, had brunette hair and brown eyes. Felix had never been much of a fighter, and being the youngest of two older brothers he received less attention from the King and Queen, and therefore was never pressured into learning the things his brother's knew. He was, however, skilled with a sword and was quite the runner. While most of his muscles were small, his body was toned and could endure most physical tasks assigned. In short, he was more boyish featured than feminine, but not too sore on the eyes, either. Unlike the Prince's normal attire, of fancy suits and jewelry that showed his Kingdom's crest, Felix was forced to dress in servant's clothing. A plain white shirt, accompanied with matching pants and peasant shoes. If there was a special dress-code, Felix would gladly trade these clothes for another pair. This outfit was far too plain, and did nothing for him. Come, Prince Ragnar awaits you inside. The driver called from ahead, a hand motioned for him to follow. Remember, you are a servant now. You must follow procedure, for the sake of the peace between our kingdom, and this one. You are forbidden to reveal your true identity, do you understand? You have no last name, no special stand in this kingdom. You are just, Felix. The driver reminded him as they entered the palace this attempt at peace would not be in vain! If this young man screwed things up, a war would surely follow. The driver would have none of that! I know... . Felix sighed as he followed close behind. This was terrible. Why they could not send an actual servant had not been explained to him. He was simply the choice, and was sent days after the treaty had been signed. And here he was, in an unfamiliar place, stripped of his Royal title, and given a new one. That of a lowly servant. Look presentable. Wipe that angry look off of your face! An order, from a coachman! Unbelievable! A deep breath, and Felix straightened in his place in the Grand Hall his expression toned down into a passive one as he stared at the entrance, awaiting Prince Ragnar.