The Espeon trotted proudly through the city, the buildings marvelous and It’s people happy, where even the poor were decently well off in comparison to many of the other cities in the neighboring nations! And it was all thanks to his father, the current king. The Espeon, the prince, was the only son in the monarchy, and next in line to the throne.
He wandered through the busy streets, a luxurious looking cape bound around his neck with a clasp and it draped over his body, hiding most of the pink body from sight, a pair of ornate rings hanging from one of those large ears as he smiled and mixed in with his subjects, the people living in the city. The populace was diverse and colorful, with ‘mon of all shapes, shades and sizes! Various market stalls gathered up along the streets and the squares, merchants hawking their wares, loud noises coming from the taverns as the patrons had good times with ale and friends and strangers alike.
The prince liked to mix himself in with the populace, letting himself be shown, a rather stark contrast to his father, who, while he did lots of good for the nation itself, barely showed himself to the public, preferring to keep to the politics of the aristocracy… Something the prince despised!
“M-My lord…! Please, wait…!” He’d suddenly hear behind him, the Espeon holding in place to see the Snivy running up behind him, the sight making him blink and tilt his head. “Is something the matter, Casimir? And I told you a thousand times before, once we’re out of the palace, you call me Myr.” He said, smiling softly, even as the grass snake was catching his breath. “My lord… You left before breakfast had been s-served… I was concerned about you being gone without anyone knowing… And I’m sorry…Myr…” He mumbled softly, seeming rather nervous about calling the eon next in line to the throne so casually by his name.
The Espeon grinned widely, motioning for the servant to follow him as he walked further on again. “I just wasn’t feeling hungry… And I wished to see how the library and the scribes guild was doing these past few weeks, ever since they approached me and pleaded for help.” He said, smiling softly, even as he lived up to the nickname he was given by the people. The Prince of Plumes, for how he encouraged and stimulated the writing and distribution of books and the opportunities for scribes of all kinds.
Myr walked around happily, keeping a bounce in his step, even as the Snivy seemed rather worried at the willingness the prince had to put himself out in the open like this, completely the opposite of his father with locking himself in the palace! The Espeon suddenly stopped in place, blinking a little and looking back at the servant. “Mhmm… I am feeling rather hungry… How about you, Casimir? Lets go get some breakfast!” He said, so enthused by the idea as he dragged along the poor servant, who would be reluctant to go along with the prince… But yet, found himself pulled along anyways, if not for a sense of responsibility to the Espeon, then for a deep caring for the pink feral!~
