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Ireithien looked in the mirror for a good, long time before starting his day. He did it every morning, just so that he could tell himself how amazing he was. He liked to think he needed it for motivation and that it wasn't increasing his ego, but the numerous complaints he recieved about how big headed he was proved him wrong in that respect. Nevertheless, he lookedin the mirror and told himself all sorts of amazing things about himself.

"You're the prince. Nothing can stop you. You've got the most suave hair in the entire land. You could take on a whole herd of bilgesnipe, if only bilgesnipe existed. You could-"

A knock at the door interupted his routine.

"Come in." Ireithien sighed, turning away from the mirror. In came Kiff, Ireithien's personal servant, or slave, or best friend, depending on who you asked, carrying a stack of towels.

"Sire, these are for you." Kiff grumbled, placing the towel's on Ireithien's oversized bed.

"Seriously? You interupted me just to bring me some towels?"

Kiff nodded.

"Well at least put them away, don't just leave them on the bed!" Ireithien insisted, staying in the room just long enough to see his servant put the towles where the belonged. Once this was completed, he rushed out of his room and into the long hallway from which it extended. He sharply cut left, ran down the hallway and cut right to greet his father.

"You're doing a good job standing there and looking really serious!" He said to one of the guards along the way.

His father, Drew, was talking to his two royal advisors in the room at the end of the hallway. As soon as Ireithien arrived, he dismissed the two men.

"Ah, my son, there is a very important conversation I must have with you." Drew said, turning to Ireithien. He led him out onto a large veranda overlooking the city. "You see, as a prince, you have many responsibilities. As a king, however you will have many more. You are now at the age of 21, and I believe now would be a wise time for me to start gradually handing my responsibilities down to you. For the next few months, I will be giving you one of my duties each week. I believe that this will be the best way for you to learn how to handle the multiple responsibilities of being a king. Is all clear?"

"Question: What sort of girls would you be fine with me marrying? Like, do you want me to keep the blood line royal or something? If so, that would really limit my options."

"I don't see how this has any relevance to the current subject." Drew objected.

"And other than class, what other limitations do you have? Like, if you have something against people with brown hair or anything you should really tell me, so that I know who to stay away from."

"Please, Ireithien, can you think about something other than women for just a few minutes here?"

"Also, what if I were to fall in love with someone who was one of our enemies? Would you have to kill her, anyway?"

"This is not the conversation I wanted to have with you."

"Well, I think it's a pretty serious one. We haven't ever cleared up any of these things before, and I think it's really important that we do."

"I think deciding who you marry is completely your responsibility, which brings me back to-"

"So I could marry a murderer if I wanted to?"

"We will continue this tomorrow." Drew sighed. "And I'll expect a better attitude from you then!" he added before departing.