(A/n) In case you haven't noticed, I changed my writing style to a bit more simplistic one, skimming out the extravagant details and fancy words. Lemme know how you feel about it. Honestly, the dropping reception and my own reluctance to write is making me not put much effort and to just complete the damned fic. So ye, it's not as before since I ain't putting any effort into detailing it, deal with it, ig.
As the first rays of morning sun filtered through the blinds, Arthur stirred in his bed. He opened his eyes to the bright light and rubbed them, trying to clear the blur. The room was silent except for the soft rustling of the curtains and the occasional chirping of a bird outside.
He stretched his arms and legs, feeling the warmth of the covers enveloping him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the fresh scent of the new day. He could hear the faint sound of water running in the bathroom and knew the maid had already prepared his bath.
As he sat up, he ran his hands through his hair and let out a soft sigh. The familiar feeling of tiredness washed over him as he realized he had to face another day. He had no motivation, no desire to do anything. But he had no choice.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment, staring at his feet. He noticed a small cut on his toe and couldn't remember how he got it. It was like he had been sleepwalking through his life, not paying attention to anything that was happening around him.
"I should do something about the time I am not conscious." He mumbled to himself and looked back to see Sylvie still sleeping, curled in the sheets.
Looking away he stood up and walked over to the window. He looked outside and saw the world waking up. Gardeners and butlers and maids doing their work. He wondered if these people ever an ambition had to do something big and not tied to the fate of serving other.
He shook his head and turned away from the window, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over him. He knew he had to snap out of it, but he didn't know how.
He walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face. Looking at himself, he saw a boy who was already taller than his past self, a pair of crystalline blue eyes that seemed to peer through anyone's soul while his medium auburn hair fell on his face---messy and disheveled. He didn't recognize himself anymore.
"I need to be more presentable for my first day at school."
He brushed his teeth and washed his face. He took a brush and tried multiple hairstyles but, in the end, decided to leave it messy. In all honesty, his disheveled hair looked better than the fancy hairstyles he was going for.
After a few seconds of looking into the mirror and doing his daily practice of smiling without freaking someone out, he went downstairs to meet his parents and to get some breakfast.
As he reached down, he saw Sylvie jump over his shoulder and then leapt towards the dining table.
"Good morning, mom." Arthur took the initiative this time and greeted his mother. Alice looked at Arthur in surprise as she smiled, "Good morning, dear. Take a seat. I will bring the breakfast right now."
He sat at the table and stared at the wall, lost in thought. He knew he had to do something to change his life, something entirely different from his past life but he didn't know where to start. He felt like he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of monotony and despair.
As he sipped his tea that was already there on the table, Alice arrived with the food. As she quickly placed all the food down on the table, Reynold also arrived. Alice sat down just beside Reynolds who was sitting in front of Arthur.
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