Jimin was exhausted. He couldn't recall the last time he'd gotten a proper night's sleep. He set the feather pen between his lithe digits down on the desk as he leaned back against the large oak wood chair he was seated in. Letting a soft, tired sigh escape between his plump, pink lips. His eyes slid closed as he tilted his head back to rest against the soft cushion of his chair. It was quiet in his study, save for the soft crackle of fire from the fireplace keeping the space warm in the dead winter cold that surrounded his kingdom right now. After taking a brief moment of pause, his long lashes fluttered upwards to reveal his pale silvery colored eyes. Looking almost white, an inhuman color but a sign that he held a curse in his blood. He stared upwards as the massive portrait over the fireplace. A happy family. A young boy, himself, seated in the lap of his mother as his father was holding them both in a loving and protective manner, a small lizard-like creature rested in the young Jimin's lap. Jimin stared at the panting for a long while before his eyes narrowed. That was a time that had long since passed. Jimin slowly pushed himself and the heavy chair away from the desk with surprising strength that one wouldn't expect from his small frame. He moved to stand as he walked around his desk, he needed some air. He wanted to clear his mind of the annoying memories that would threaten to creep up on him from looking at that painting. Jimin knew he should take it down. Burn it away along with the memories it harbored, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do that. He supposed all of his emotions couldn't be erased completely. He just hated to be reminded of a time when he was happy. When there was peace and a warmth over the kingdom. Now it was a cold and unforgiving place, just like him. Jimin slowly walked towards the door off to the side of the room. Pushing his hand through his silver colored locks, slicking them back briefly before they fell back into place over his forehead.