The D day arrived particularly quickly, two weeks gone in the blink of an eye. Jacob was already done preparing himself as he sat on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath and staring into space.
He was ready, to see what else this world had in store for him. He placed his hands on his laps and tapped them before getting up slowly.
His body was already accustomed to regality by this point so he moved in such a fluid manner, one befitting only of a Prince.
Jacob strolled out of his room casually, neglecting to carry anything heavy as it would taint his grand entrance, or descent—considering he was going down towards the entrance of the castle, and he was going to fly down towards the school grounds—if anyone were to see him carrying heavy loads.
No, everything he needed was safely tucked in his pocket space, neatly filed and arranged, and easily accessible with nothing but a simple thought,
