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the Prince receives several long glances as he walks along the corridor, people bowing in his presence he was used to this by know as was his right as the heir to the throne as soon as he crosses the long corridor to the throne room he waits for the minstrels to announce him, taking in a short sigh today was the same as the rest of the other court meetings ministers arguing about useless problems to boister their own gains unconcerned of the well being of the people they claim to have the best interests in the hearts
As soon as he reaches the threshold of the throne room he give a slight bow to the couple sitting above the Dias not really caring if it seems respectful or not going to his place in the crowd the ministers continue talking as he zones out not caring about today’s court discussions with the full moon soon to be rising he has been feeling lonely lately having to go through another agonising shift and heat wondering when will his suffering end he’s suspecting its because he’s without a mate and is reaching his two hundredth year in life his beast is beginning to feel restless about who his mate is and where she is hiding or if he even has a mate waiting for him.
Stuck in his own head he didn’t hear when the counsellor administrator addressed him or when the queen asked him a question pertaining to the neutral threat that has been breeching their border of the kingdom lately snapping back out of his head he quickly thinks of a excuse thankfully his mother catches on to avoid embarrassment-she give him an excuse to relive himself my prince are you not feeling well today maybe you should take a walk in the garden to clear your mind with that he thankfully takes his leave.
