The magazine of a well-known fashion magazine, known for their one of a kind outfits and high fashion models read all over the kingdom required a stand-in as one of their own had fallen sick. It had seemed like they had approached his family to request them to fill in, of course, his sister had agreed to this as it would be a way to further their agenda and political growth within reason. The thing was that even though she had agreed, she wouldn't be the one doing the task. Oh no, she and Hania had a bet and he had lost it hands down and was awaiting what he would have to do. Then had left a note on his study table telling him where to go and not to forget to smile but not actually giving him any details. That was just like her but at least his penance for losing the wager would be paid finally, he also knew that she would be getting some sort of enjoyment out of it or she wouldn't have done it. He at that point still had no idea what was waiting for him at his destination and if he had he would have rather taken the broken bones of training than going.

The town of Silva hadn't been that far away from the estate and as it was such a nice day he had decided to just take a leisurely stroll to the location. When he entered the building he was told to go to he had instantly begun regretting every life decision that he had ever made that got him to this point. Other models were rushing around getting makeup done getting dressed fussing about this and that. He was seriously not going to have a good time here "Lydia, why do you hate me so much?" he found himself asking into the shadows of the room. He knew she wouldn't have made this his punishment if there wasn't also some sort of benefit so he would have to grin and bear it, but then there was also the chance that he could be pushed too far and murder them all so it was a little up in the air for him at the moment. Taking a deep breath he went towards the photographer wearing a smile it was something that was expected of him after all.

"Welcome, Welcome, Welcome" he heard his hand being taken before he could even register what was going on, the photographer came across as a stewardess that had been hopped up on happy pills and caffeine tablets. His overly frilled blouse was a magenta colour, while his trousers were a vibrant spring green. 'He looks like a tulip. A very gaudy tulip.' he thought to himself as he looked to the man now he stood slightly taller at six foot three inches tall and had black bed head hair with hazel eyes, he was also very tanned and if he had to wager a guess it wasn't at all natural. "Thank you. I've seen quite a bit of your work, you are a genius in your field." he didn't seem so sure on what else to say but he needed to play nice after all if anything bad got back to his elder sister he'd be regretting it for months to come.

Before he knew it he was being pulled towards a chair where there was a woman waiting to do his makeup and hair, the photographer was going a million miles a second so he couldn't pick up a single thing he was saying about the shoot. He sighed and sat allowing the woman to do his makeup but soon he felt someone touching his hair before he heard a set of blades opening and his eyes instantly open "I understand you have a job to do but please don't put those scissors anywhere near my hair, I am only here for one shoot." he said in a calm yet stern tone. He would never hurt an innocent person but then there were far worse things than that. The woman seemed to understand why he wouldn't want his hair cut as this wasn't actually his job and instead managed to alter it for the shoot using gels, cords and other things. Next came the wardrobe and for the second time as in many hours, he was already regretting his existence.

He was dressed up in robes of vibrant reds and golds with makeup that made him look that much more elegant while adding to his already feathered looks, personally, he thought he looked like a clown attempting to peacock but that might be because of the colours chosen. He preferred cooler colours, not the warmer ones he was currently wearing but it was only for a few hours after all so he could deal it. He moved outside and was moved to a table that sat in an open gazebo surrounded by trees that had started to take on the autumn colours. for the first while he was to look like he was studying within the tranquillity of nature which he could do quite easily all the while he was getting praise and direction from the photographer. The second set had him with his eyes closed and leaning over the table as if he had fallen asleep while studying, that was no that hard as he had plenty of experience with that over the years thanks to his tutors and the high expectations put upon the young heir of the Ravencrest family. The third set, well, that was new he was to be playing music while a woman wearing the same colours but in opposite hues danced, he had to admit she was beyond beautiful and was indeed elegant. He could honestly see why she would have been chosen for such a shoot.

The very last part of the shoot had him back to back with the young model, their hands clasped as they looked out into the distance, soon enough the shoot was called to an end, he had thanked the young woman for doing this for him before talking to the photographer and taking his leave. The following month he was going to be on the front cover of this magazine and wishing that the earth would be swallowing him whole he just knew it. He was never going to be able to ever live this down and knowing his sister he'd be hearing how good he looked in her favoured colours. He sighed and sat under a tree he would do anything to have pretended that this day hadn't happened but he had no such luck, but the payment of the bet was now paid and knew the ridicule would begin soon enough. His eyes closed as he tilted his head up towards the now setting sun a somewhat warm breeze passing by him, he loved his family and would do what was needed to help forward their ambitions and motives and as annoying as it was to him this was likely a stepping stone for him to fulfil his duties to them. Still didn't mean he had to like it though. Having steeled himself he stood up and once again started walking towards his families estate to report back to his sister.

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