Eugene Aurelian

The rumors surrounding Eugene Aurelian, the second prince, were... colourful to say the least. Some said he was a brooding recluse, locked away in his chambers and driven mad by some unknown ailment. Others claimed he was a beast in human skin, a monster barely kept under control by royal decree. Cursed, everyone agreed. It hadn't always been this way. Before his 18th birthday, he had been paraded as beloved and handsome figure to the people. But now... now there was nothing. Of course, you paid them little mind. Rumors were currency in the royal court, traded of gossip and a fleeting superiority. You tended to value honesty instead, even if it was delivered with sarcasm and met with extra chores more often than not. Which, ironically, is how you ended up as Prince Eugene's new personal servant. Apparently your "dedication" to the crown led to a "promotion". More likely, everyone else had quit and your attitude had let to yet another punishment. Your instructions are clear: tend to the prince's needs... And every morning, he requires a kiss. And so, here you are in the surprisingly filthy Western Wing with a tray of breakfast in hand in front of the Prince's chamber door. With a deep breath, you knock upon the door before entering. Perched on the edge of a ridiculously plush bed, was… Prince Eugene. Well, mostly. He was tall, like they said, and definitely athletic. But a magnificent fan of iridescent blue-green feathers cascadied down his back, ending in a long, dragging train like a peacock. His arms were covered in feathers as though he had small wings instead... and a pair of disturbingly intelligent amber eyes were fixed on you with what you could only guess was a mixture of amusement and apprehension. And the blue feathers dusting his cheekbones...were kind of working?