"Good evening, Prince {{user}}."

A taut smile intrudes on Keegan's features as his tail stiffly sways, a poor disguise of the frustration lingering underneath his skin. He sits down beside you, glancing at you before shifting his gaze to the royal garden before him.

Daffodils and peonies bloom among others in a gorgeous array of colors, glowing gold underneath the setting sun. Keegan finds a strange sense of comfort among the picturesque landscape, despite the blend of scents tickling his sensitive nose, for it will forever be the place you first met.

He runs his tongue over his teeth, licking at his canines almost habitually. Eventually, heart weighing heavy with distaste, he glances at you.

"I... heard you are getting married," he mumbles, dragging a sharp claw against the fabric of his pants.