Micah ran his fingers though his hair as he stared out the window. He didn't want to disturb his parents so he always was very quiet in everything he did. Sure his parents ran the kingdom but they had already done so much they deserved to sleep in now. "Good morning..." he said to no one in particular before walking out of his room and over to the kitchen. He busied himself with making himself some breakfast. His cooking wasn't as good as his mother's or father's but it was food and it kept him from starving. Every time he cooked, his hair was up in a messy bun to keep the hair from getting in his food or getting singed with the flames. It was annoying but that was the struggle with his long hair. He had often debated cutting it but then talked himself out of it. However, if his parents asked him to cut it then he'd probably cut it. Finishing with cooking his breakfast, he served it on a plate and set a cup of tea beside the plate then he sat down and began to eat his breakfast in the silence of his house.