That day, Prince Nicholas started his day very early waking up only minutes after the sun rose.
Getting up from his bed, he pulled up the blind of his window and looked at the majestic view in front of him.
He took off his robes and grabbed a towel and threw it over his neck, heading to his workout space.
On getting there, he began his day by working out with the dumbells and doing pull-ups at the doorframe.
“Son, isn't it a little early for workouts?” King Aldrich said.
Prince Nicholas continued with the pullups, not stopping to look at his father.
“Nicholas!”
He finally dropped down from the door frame and dabbed his face with his towel.
He sat down on a wooden seat and was given bottled water by one of the maids. He opened it and gulped it down and poured the remaining content on his body.
“Must the routine be followed?” he asks.
King Aldrich sighed and then patted his white beard, “I am not growing any younger, my son.”
“And I need you to prove to me that you are man enough to handle this kingdom.”
“And where is this conversation leading to?”
“Take a shower and meet me in my chambers.”
Prince Nicholas watched as the old man walked away, shaking his head as he muttered to himself.
He grabbed his towel and slowly glided to his room, ignoring the greetings of his subjects.
“My bath,” he said.
“Yes, Your Highness,” the maids replied.
He nodded and glided into his large bathing room, taking off his clothes and entering the warm and relaxing bath.
The maids entered after a while and began scrubbing his body and washing his hair.
After all that, he put on his robe and went to his wardrobe, and out on one of his remarkable brown chinos, a white button-up shirt and a black jacket, and a pair of leather dress shoes.
After having a breakfast of pancakes and orange juice, he headed over to his father's chamber.
“Alas, he came,” King Aldrich exclaimed, getting up from his sofa as he took short strides toward the table.
“And why have I been called here?”
“Nicholas,” his father began and nodded to Sir Arthur who unrolled a large synthetic paper.
On it was detailed plans of buildings, trees, and bushes.
“We need a suitable place for the soldiers to camp,” King Narva stated.
Prince Nicholas stylishly dropped one of his arms by his side and the other bent slightly in front of him.
“And is there a suitable place found?”
“Kingdom Narva,” King Aldrich said.
“But their ruler, a mere Princess rejected our offer of a hundred grand,” Sir Arthur said.
“Is there a photo of this princess?” Prince Nicholas asked.
“Why yes, Prince Nicholas,” Sir Arthur said, bringing out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
Prince Nicholas stared at him for a while before he collected the paper, and looked at it.
“She's beautiful, isn't she?” Sir Arthur asks.