Elian's POV
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"Ugh. At this rate, I'm going to get grey hair before I turn thirty because of all the stress." He huffed to himself as he walked through the hallways of the palace, uncertain of where to go after his dramatic exit.
[Sorry to break it to you, fruitcake, but your hair colour is the closest thing to grey hair already. So...]
He rolled his eyes, keeping his chin high.
He got to a few maids walking past, each of them dressed in clothes so skimpy he thought they should've just gone naked.
"I need to set my mind on something new. Something to pull my head out of the chaos that's my life." He muttered, turning a corner in the wide, dim corridor.
[Uh, have you forgotten this beautiful thing called sleep?]
'I literally just had breakfast. Barely.'
[Yeah, still.]
Elian sighed, bringing his eyes to the ceiling and deciding to admire the chandeliers. A small smile curled up his lips when he saw the red crystals and the way they refracted light on the walls.
