After getting home Prince Michael had gone straight to have lunch, and then up to his room to relax. The food had been far duller than the past couple of weeks he'd spent in the Royal Palace at Queen Mary's court, settling back into the norm was going to be hard. Even the nature of his clothes reflected this, when at Court he had worn an ornate jerkin, silk trousers and a fancy hat; now he was wearing a far simpler beige jerkin and dark cotton trousers. The only relief being that this clothing was far lighter and looser, though that didn't make up for missing out on the fashions of court.
Michael sat on the floor flicking through one of his history books twiddling his curly blond hair round his finger, his bleach blonde hair typical of a Latimer, his thin handsome face could have come from either, of both, his parents. His Latimer characteristics were one of many reasons that Michael's father was often disappointed, annoyed and angry with him. Another was Michael's thin, non muscular physique. The Duke found this an issue of great contention, 'boys must be tough, strong and athletic' he often said, to which the Duchess insisted he was fine as he was. This wasn't the end however, far from it. As Michael had got older he'd started to fill out, news that, in theory, should have pleased the Duke, for once, especially after the amount of exercise sessions he'd insisted Michael did. Sadly for Michael, he hadn't gotten any more muscular; he had filled out, just that. The weight the young prince had gained was mostly fat.
Prince Michael lifted his arm from around his face where he had been twiddling, his hair to scratch an inch on his chest, as he did so he pushed up his loose jerkin to reveal his pale stomach. His ribs were no longer visible, and his lower stomach had become quite soft with the belly fat he'd gained. Fully dressed it wasn't noticeable, other than to those who could see how skinny he had been, such as his father. The Duke had never spent that much time with Michael, and seldom took any notice. But when he noticed he was filling out he became more content, naturally assuming that with the exercise sessions he had become more muscular. Michael remembered that a while after he first noticed he had turned up to in Michael's bedroom told him to take of his shirt and do 20 push ups. Obediently Michael did as he was told, only for the Duke's jaw to drop on the sight of his skinny, pudgy bellied, son, with no noticeable abdominal muscles and a deepened belly button. He had expressed how angry he was that Michael was still the weedy skinny boy he'd always been, but with a chubby stomach. He had avoided Michael allot after that, and took little interest in his exercise or eating regime. This had meant that, especially after the time spent at Court. Michael had gained a little more weight since.
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