Arriving in the throne room of the palace, looking around expecting to see the prince sitting on the throne, hiding my amazement as I spot King Damarion. The king had been leaving all the royal matters to his son, so why was he managing this I thought to myself. The only explanation I could come up with is that the prince had not told his father anything from the last six months. King Damarion was regal at best with his long flowing beard, sprinkled with grey among the blue and orange, while his broad shoulders squared off his torso following the outlines of his biceps as he held his chin deep in thought. His beautiful icy blue tail swishing nervously in the water, the deep wrinkles lining his forehead, something was bothering his majesty, but I could only speculate it was the marriage at
