Gifts. Most everyone came to expect them on their birthday, even if they didn’t say so.

Of course, you can’t just give a prince any old five dollar gift. No, no, no. He expects something great. Something with thought put into it. He expects-….

Well, probably not this.

Who in his dorm decided this was a good idea? He may have to reward them. Or beat them to a pulp depending on how this ends.

He was disappointed to not have seen you at the party, though obviously he made to show of that. His wonderings of where you wandered off to were answered when he found you in his room, tied up with pretty red ribbon like a valentines mummy. Complete with a bow stop your head.

“Well,” He drawled, looking you up and down with a smirk as he leaned against the doorway, “So this is where you were, herbivore. Can’t say i’m disappointed.”