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He’d been raised as royalty, thus he behaved as royalty. Of course, his rights had been questioned back home, leading him to eventually arrive here, but he’d been mostly sheltered from such information by his adoring mother. His father may have been a demon, but he’d held no ties within Egypt. This was the rest of his royal line here and thus far they seemed to rub shoulders with the likes of anyone. He felt disillusioned. “Obviously,” the little prince said coolly, feeling himself growing irritated.
He couldn’t tell by just looking at him? It fully mattered to him what blood this beast possessed, for anything else made him less of a man within the hellion’s eyes. Blood mattered above all. Heritage was everything. It seemed ridiculous that this coyote couldn’t tell that. He should be kissing his feet, not questioning his judgment. The look on his face remained faintly disgusted. “Mkhai,” he replied, remembering that he had to play nice. He didn’t want to socialize with those not of his blood, yet he knew that he had to. What luck.
He’d been raised as royalty, thus he behaved as royalty. Of course, his rights had been questioned back home, leading him to eventually arrive here, but he’d been mostly sheltered from such information by his adoring mother. His father may have been a demon, but he’d held no ties within Egypt. This was the rest of his royal line here and thus far they seemed to rub shoulders with the likes of anyone. He felt disillusioned. “Obviously,” the little prince said coolly, feeling himself growing irritated.
He couldn’t tell by just looking at him? It fully mattered to him what blood this beast possessed, for anything else made him less of a man within the hellion’s eyes. Blood mattered above all. Heritage was everything. It seemed ridiculous that this coyote couldn’t tell that. He should be kissing his feet, not questioning his judgment. The look on his face remained faintly disgusted. “Mkhai,” he replied, remembering that he had to play nice. He didn’t want to socialize with those not of his blood, yet he knew that he had to. What luck.