PALLAS
I’m tearfully bored already, and my arrogant cousins and insufferable sister have only just arrived – late as usual – because who would dare question a Regius about their poor time management? Our grandpa is not among us. Usually he isn’t… He is, for all and intended purposes, just a figurehead while Zelus remains a prince without a mated partner. Our grandfather's mind has a long history of shifting between madness and moments of brief calm due to the loss of our grandmother. He is as unfit to rule as a common human on the streets. My moon-kissed sister gracefully sinks into a cushioned chair, white hair falling to her hips and paddling around her slim pale thighs. Zelus and Phobos are discussing their armies movements and more to the effect, barely glancing at me as both I and my
