The prince was short on excitement. Perhaps if Sapir would make him a dinner, it would have made this twlight better. But Sapir hadn't returned. They made a pact after all, and he was devoted to him, like the loyal 'butler' he made himself out to be. All his desires, he was given, and although his parents sought to 'kick out he- and his brothers' he was still the only one with a companion like Sapir. He was better off, and still was pampered. But he was regal, and proper, and sometimes come off as cold and snotty but it was because of his talents he had acquired. Thus, he didn't have time to do the more less productive things that the day would require. Also- he was smaller than average. He was the same size as an average female which caught him at many disadvantages anyways, things that his wilddog butler handled better than him.
He would take over his pride, his father meant nothing to him- as their exile was definitely his father's doing. Or maybe that wrenched adviser. All he could do now, is keep them moving and create plans of taking over. But it wasn't all they did, he also solved things for rogues and prides. His best ability was solving mysteries, murders, and things of that nature.
Today, he had a murder on his mind. A pride's leader was killed brutally in his sleep and when Sapir offered their services, he was indulged with evidences that he needed to analyze, but the pride he had come to offer was way too busy body for him to concentrate in solving it. He need peace of mind... But hunger started to settling in, as he laid upon a large slated rock...Unamused, without any sort of emotion. His tail swaying as he thought upon the many evidences he was taking in to account. His memory was impeccable, and every face from the pride he had passed registered in to his brain, imprinted heavily upon it.
He was a detective- and a good one at that.
He only cared about one thing- solving it.
Hopefully
