A Gambit Between Schemers

Observant as he ever had been, Shaun subtly peeked from the covers of the book he had been reading in current time. Feigning an engrossed manner, albeit keeping eye on the cherub-like princess— watching her whilst she wrote on dictions in 'nearly' neat — scratch that, it was awfully horrendous— scribbles on a piece of parchment using an ink-clad quill.

It 'almost' made his lips turn an upward curve, finding it somewhat amusing to hear her blabber incoherent whatnots. Thus, he breathed in, long lashes fluttering shut, relaxing on the chair he'd seated himself on.

The caelum above was painted a tranquil monochrome, dull and melancholic as most would've describe. However, for the Crowned Prince of Xereisee, it was befitting of the description 'serenity', akin to mourning clouds when it chose to grace the lands with its tears.

Euphoric tranquility. . .as such does it proclaimed the beauty in mid of melancholia.