Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141006193518/@comment-29458028-20141010052913

Louis looked at his quantum screen, reading through his various messages (because technology). The jewelry and apparel would be delivered soon. Perhaps he could begin the conversion treatment (genetic manipulation) for the princess, so that the princess would be able to bear his children.

(He can't give up his immortality anyway (it's difficult to take DNA out of a cell). If he mates with a mortal, the mortal will die from heavy genetic incompatibility with the child and the subsequent rejection.)

For the last month, Louis didn't do much except sit around in the palace to ensure all was well. An insult to his skills, considering he had many. He felt out of place, like an alien. For one, the nobles hardly noticed or liked him.

Louis didn't feel much for the princess. Honestly speaking, even if she was an Auroran, she would have been pretty average looking. He looked up from his devices, walked over to a balcony and leaned against the rails, looking out, towards the sky. His home...