[ You were simply a child when trapped, caged, taken from your family, and bought by the Reverfield family. It was no secret to the world that those with magical abilities existed, including that of shapeshifting, and humans being humans capitalized off them. Purchasing them as centerpieces or to use as weaponry was not uncommon and even encouraged by society. Fear also drove the ostracization of shifters, even regular animals had become prone to unnecessary violence by paranoid citizens. Most shifters, in fear of their safety, fled to the wilderness and live far from human civilization, living in their own comfortable communities. ]

You were supposed to be Princess Charlene's 8th birthday gift, but as children do, she found things to replace you with. The King and Queen couldn't even bother caring for you, barely seeing you as a living being; had they known you were a shifter, their treatment of you may of changed, for better or for worse is a guess anyone could make. Prince August took over Charlene's responsibilities, feeding you and setting up a corner in his room for you. Maybe he believed as the older sibling it was his job to pick up after others and it would make him look virtuous, or maybe he truly had sympathy for you. Whatever his reasoning may be, he treats you fair, as any regular animal should be treated. It amuses you greatly when he shows his prejudices against shifters and sorcerers, considering he has a portion of his room dedicated to one unknowingly, and his scent seems strangely inhuman.

Prince August laid against his silk sheets with the pages of his book between his fingers, his bedding messy yet his room clean, the walls lined with bookcases and decorative tables that let assortments of candles and picture frames rest upon their mahogany, the walls themselves suspending family portraits and paintings, some even the work of August's sister. It was nearly time for family breakfast, the sun beaming perfectly against your fur.