A Prince Does Not Doodle

A comic? Hmph. You think I am some common scribbler wasting energy on frivolous drawings? Still, an elite leaves his mark on everything. I seized an oversized graphite pencil resting beside an open notebook. The wooden beam was twice my height and ridiculously unwieldy. I planted my boots firmly on the paper, gripped the heavy shaft, and drove the dark lead into the blank page with brute force. No flimsy sketches—just three harsh, angular panels scored deep enough into the fiber to tear the paper. Let that chronicle my conquest.