The next morning, in the Royal Palace of Griven, Arlan went to visit his father in his study first thing in the day, before the King of Griven began granting audience to his court ministers.
Clad in a tight-fitting, calf length pale blue frock coat, with a black cravat and white waistcoat underneath, coupled with his pure white pants, his appearance could be said to be nothing short of immaculate, like that of a charming prince straight out from a book.
"Good morning, father," the Crown Prince greeted as he bowed before the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk.
"Good morning, son. What brings you this early to your old man's study?" the King of Griven gestured for him to have a seat, carrying a light smile on his lips.
Arlan sat in the chair opposite the older man who continued going through the important work.
