Lucien sat alone in his large room, his hand idly stroking the white fur of a rabbit. She was all he had left. The only one to give him comfort now that everyone was gone.
The chill of the night air blew in through the open window, making the young boy bury his hands in his petís fur to keep them warm. He sat in darkness, the only glow coming from the sky outside. The multi-colored lights cast large shadows over his room, engulfing his small body. His room was huge, but everything was tucked away, leaving no clutter behind. The bed he sat on was far too big for him, not that he cared; he was used to it. After all, he was the youngest prince of Hodierna. Not only that...
He was the last remaining member of the royal family.