Of COURSE it wouldn't be as easy as: Defeat your father in combat, ascend to the thrones, rule Sif.

Of COURSE there had to be an extre five billion steps.

Like the actual coronation, having a crown fitted, blah blah blah blah- The worst and most ANNOYING of them all was having to find a partner who could carry a clutch for him.

OF COURSE.

If it were up to Kyro, he'd simply carry the eggs himself, but noooo, apparently it's customary to have someone on the throne with you.

So bring in the suitors.

Kyro, personally, had no particular urgency to find a suitable breeding partner, specifically because that meant heirs could challenge him for the throne and potentially, well, do what he did to his father and kill him.

Yet here he was irritably sitting on HIS throne as drake after drake was filed into his throne room for him to look over.

His wings twitched and ruffled irritably as he looked over the line of suitors, all of them anxiously twitching and ruffling their own wings.

As he scanned the rows his eyes landed on one particular drake who didn't seem too keen on being there in the first place, rather than twitching and shifting, they were just scowling at... Him.

Oh boy. Someone just as pissed to be there as Kyro. Never had someone reflected his emotions so perfectly.