Sirius didn't even understand why he had to go through all the meetings on how to be a 'respectable' prince. It was mind numbing and quite frankly, not at all relevant to him. Sirius was loved among the commoners, mostly because they all wanted to sleep with him, but that was besides the point.

What was the point, however, was that all Sirius could hear was his parents droning on in his ear that he needed to pick up his responsibilities and put more effort in. It would've been fine enough for Sirius to just scrape by without falling asleep- if Queen Walburga hadn't piped up about an heir, again.

At that point, it was quite normal for Sirius to just get up and leave. Unfortunately, he couldn't yell at his parents this time because other nobles were in the room. He was pleased no one- save for his personal knight- followed him, and that was only out of duty.

"I can't believe her. I mean, ranting on and on about my 'duties' is one thing. But now she expects an heir. I'm barely eighteen!" Sirius ranted as he and Remus- his knight- walked through a nearby medow.

It was Sirius's favourite hideaway spot, and he liked that Remus was there. His knight was a good listener, and he seemed to share similar outrages as Sirius did about the Royaltys' expectations. Although, Remus was a lot quieter about it, like he seemed to be in most ways.