and now we do a little shifty-shift over to...le Cinnamon roll.
Star was sitting in his room, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he listened to his tutor read him his histories. For the hundredth time.
"Logan please, can't we just do something else?"
His tutors voice was a bit on the gentle side, but he wasn’t exactly the nicest of them, but at least he wasn’t mean either
“I’m afraid not, young prince. You must stay on task with your studies, like your father said, ‘A prince with no knowledge, is not a prince at all, but simply a statue to be built higher’, you surely get what I mean, correct?”