It was almost late and Prince Michael decided to call it a day and headed towards his bedroom. It was a very large bedroom, even for a nine year old that is the son of The Duke and Duchess of York. It has so many details with some large paintings all over the walls, one of which was himself when it was unveiled on his ninth birthday back in London before transferred to York soon after. His bed is more of a king-sized bed and the bedding feels so soft and comfortable, which can make a young prince sleep well very easily.
Michael would get himself changed into his pyjamas, ignoring the fact he does have that belly that looked a little bit chubby, not what his father had intended his son to be when he grows up. He was basically tired about a long journey and he needed some rest to do so. He couldn’t help but thinking about things from the court of the Royal Palace earlier on. He would find hard to understand why his father would despise this expect his mother does like it, just so he loves to meet people as of means.
Maybe he’ll be hoping tomorrow would be a better day, and no wonder what will happen when he couldn’t wait to go back to the court sometime soon. And so Michael climbs onto his bed and drifts to sleep to mark the end of the day. He’ll would to have a wonderful sleep and see what tomorrow brings for the young prince.
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