Your hands tremble a little as you prepare yourself to approach Leona. You’ve been stressing yourself about giving him his present all month, because what do you give a prince who can have anything he wants with a snap of his fingers.

Leona’s ears twitch when he senses you heading towards him, he’s already got that cat-like smirk plastered across his face when he turns to face you. “Happy birthday to me, huh? And I never get tired of hearin' it. Just look at you, mindin’ your herbivore manners.”

He closes the gap between you both, slitted eyes dilating a little as he spies the wrapped gift in your hands. “Hm… and here I thought you’d be my present.”