[Potironette]

Kellan slipped into his room at the end of the hallway. He sighed as he touched the spot on his nightshirt still slightly damp from Jei's tears. He hoped Jei was sleeping well now.

Kellan pulled off his nightshirt and set it out to dry, in case the servants should come wondering why the piece of clothing was wet in that particular area. He tugged at his loose hair tie which kept his decently long hair neat and presentable, letting his brown hair fall to the base of his neck.

After taking a quick shower, Kellan retied his hair, arranging it neatly as some gentlemen were expected to keep it. It was a small ponytail, right at the base of his neck. He dressed himself in a starch white shirt and pressed brown pants, then threw on a vest for the purpose of looking more presentable. Presentability. That was all people cared for in society.

He sat at his desk and glanced at unopened envelopes. Was he going to read them first, or would his mother's servant come running telling him how to spend his day? Both were unpleasant.