Miguel started at the singer of the opera house, their voice echoing around the opera house. It wasn’t bad but he was never a fan of celebrating birthdays, even if he was currently celebrating his own younger brothers.

He gave a small yawn as it ended and everyone clapped and applauded, he gave a small clap, getting out of his seat and getting ready to leave. The worst part came after this, a party. There was nothing worse than parties, they were just so… loud and unnecessary.

The only peace Miguel was going to get tonight was the carriage ride home to the palace before the party and then bed time. He wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up with a headache.