WIP Wednesday
Shhhh, I know it's a day late, I forgor.
I was tagged by @beevean !!!
"Good morning father," Richard yawned as he greeted his father. Dracul looked over at his young son, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"Good morning Richard," he set the goblet and book down to hug his son, "how did you sleep?"
Richard was quick to return the hug, always loving hugs from his father, "I slept well." Before he detached and went to his breakfast. His breakfast was unusual, a blended mix of blood and organs. It was the only thing he could truly eat and keep down.
Breakfast was quiet, Dracul never truly being a talker and Richard not truly awake enough to start talking. After breakfast, Richard hurried back to his room to wash up and dress properly for the day.
He had become obsessed with his appearance, always wanting to look his best, as a prince should. Pink over blue over black, he braided and tied back his hair by muscle memory. Grabbing the brush, he painted the red tone on his lips, and pulled back to take a look.