My first South Park fanfic! :D This is based in the 1730's just so ya know! ^.^ Man, I haven't written anything in a while, so please ignore my rusty skills. :/ Hope you enjoy, and please review~ :3

As the sun awakened from its slumber, the ball of heat touched down pleasant warmth throughout the kingdom of Elisse. Glows of light shimmered across the land, a signal for the start of a new day. Roosters were heard giving off their alarm on the hills, as farmers started their early routine. However, they aren't the only ones who have a morning schedule. The Jewish royal family of our story has many things to attend to.

(Kyle's POV)

Feeling rays of sunlight tickle my skin, I slowly began to dilate my eyelids. Raising my body off the comforter, my blurred vision trailed towards the open window to my right.

'No wonder I was shivering in all night! I'm sure I closed it though…'

Positioning myself onto my knees, a small amount of air escapes through my lips in frustration as I shut and locked the two glass frames.

"I need to be more careful."

I mumble aloud, the thought of someone sneaking into my room making me quake. Letting the idea vanish in my mind, I slid out of the silk sheets and picked up the golden crown decorated with a vast amount of jewels off my bedside table. Holding it in my hands, my eyes never left its sight as I strutted towards my closet. At first my servants would ask if I needed help dressing, but I've always refused. I'm seventeen now, I can put on my clothes properly without their support.

Placing my crown next to my feet, I slipped off my pajama top, and reached for a hanger, while placing the shirt into the storage unit. Feeling chills run up my bare back, I quickly decided what to wear, and took it off its hanger. Sliding the long-sleeved pale shirt over my arms, I gradually began to button it up. Taking off my pajama shorts, I folded them and put them aside. Cleanliness is not just something I was taught; the feeling of being neat and orderly gives me a sense of pride. As I started moving the midnight black pants up my legs, I giggled a little. I hate to admit it, but I have very sensitive skin.

"Bubbe, are you almost ready? You're piano lesson is at 8:15!"

I listened to my mom's voice echo through the hallway, as I buttoned up my pants.

"Almost mother!"

As I slid the maroon jacket over my top, I reached for my crown, and placed it on my head delicately. Turning the doorknob, a let a small smile illuminate my face.

'Today's going to be a good day. I can feel it.'