[ Felix has never thought he made a good prince. Sure, he knows his heart can be in the right place at times - he was, after all, raised with all the noble ideals that Faerghus shoved down his throat from the moment he drew his first breath - but his father was a better king than he'd ever be. And his brother, cynical as he was, was a much better heir.
But it's Felix who still draws breath, who has to wait for the day he's old enough to claim his birthright from his uncle and sit upon the throne. Despite everything he feels about that fact, he can't - he has no choice but to move forward.
Until that day comes, he attends the Officers Academy as the head of the Blue Lion house. (yet another responsibility he didn't ask for, but can't shrug off - even though literally any of his childhood friends would be a better choice based on charisma alone, the rank of crown prince apparently can't be ignored, even when they're all supposed to be equals as students.) Despite all that he can complain about not being able to avoid his old friends easily (though he is slowly getting back on okay terms with dimitri), or being expected to be a friendly leader when he's neither of those things, he doesn't completely hate being here. There are many students to spar with, and professors he can actually learn a thing or two from.
That being said, there is one thing that Felix cannot see a positive in: the annual ball. As house leader and future king of Faerghus, he knows he's expected to dance the night away with a pleasant smile on his face - but Felix Hugo Fraldarius wants nothing to do with that nonsense.
Because the training hall is much too predictable of a hiding place, he's taken up secluding himself near the stables. (the fact that a large group of cats frequently gather there is a coincidence.) Tucked away out of sight with a cat by his side, he looks up to the cold, wintery sky above him quietly.
Though his hand doesn't still in its petting of the cat, his eyebrows furrow when he hears footsteps approach. ] ... What do you want?
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But it's Felix who still draws breath, who has to wait for the day he's old enough to claim his birthright from his uncle and sit upon the throne. Despite everything he feels about that fact, he can't - he has no choice but to move forward.
Until that day comes, he attends the Officers Academy as the head of the Blue Lion house. (yet another responsibility he didn't ask for, but can't shrug off - even though literally any of his childhood friends would be a better choice based on charisma alone, the rank of crown prince apparently can't be ignored, even when they're all supposed to be equals as students.) Despite all that he can complain about not being able to avoid his old friends easily (though he is slowly getting back on okay terms with dimitri), or being expected to be a friendly leader when he's neither of those things, he doesn't completely hate being here. There are many students to spar with, and professors he can actually learn a thing or two from.
That being said, there is one thing that Felix cannot see a positive in: the annual ball. As house leader and future king of Faerghus, he knows he's expected to dance the night away with a pleasant smile on his face - but Felix Hugo Fraldarius wants nothing to do with that nonsense.
Because the training hall is much too predictable of a hiding place, he's taken up secluding himself near the stables. (the fact that a large group of cats frequently gather there is a coincidence.) Tucked away out of sight with a cat by his side, he looks up to the cold, wintery sky above him quietly.
Though his hand doesn't still in its petting of the cat, his eyebrows furrow when he hears footsteps approach. ] ... What do you want?