"I've built my own Palace and plan to move there soon."

Those were the words that one Prince Niu Hong Hai'er, also known as Red Son, decided to start his day with, sipping his boiling coffee across from his parents. The Bull King Mowang and his wife, Princess Iron Fan Gongzhu, froze in their movements, the Bull King's ladle hovering over his wife's bowl as Gongzhu's cup paused at her mouth. She slowly lowers the cup slowly to the table and looks at her son, raising a groomed brow at him.

"Did you now? Are we allowed privy in its location, or, like this sudden announcement at breakfast, is it a surprise to be shown off once you're pleased?" She asked, touching her husband's hand to get him moving again. Red Son gracefully set his own cup down, knowing better to continue drinking and mentally mourning the loss of warmth the coffee when his mother had set Her's down. "I'd rather show off my Palace when it is up to standard, Mother. I am bit of a perfectionist, as you are aware, and until it's complete, I would rather keep my home hidden away."

Mowang finished serving his wife and silently filled a large bowl for his son, placing it in front of his calf that he was realizing was no longer a calf, and sat down with the rest of the pot. "Is there a reason why you believe you should leave, my son? Did we do something wrong?" Red Son shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Of course not, Father. But I am an adult, nearly six hundred years old, and your Heir. It is only fitting that I have my own domain and practice my rule before I am handed part of the Kingdom. You both of worked hard for your territory and to maintain it, I refuse to be the reason it falls into disrepair."

The Bull King's large chest puffed up widely in pride of his son, a smile curling his lips and showing off his powerful fangs, even as his heart ached from the pain of being seperated from his son after his long imprisonment. He admits, sometimes he looks at the powerful, intelligent young man who stands before him and still sees the small, happy calf who fit in the cup of his palm. Mowang looks to his wife, letting his sadness and hesitation show only to her, and sees it reflected back in her own eyes, along with their pride and joy that their son was spreading his wings. The two finally looked at their son and nodded. "When do you plan to move to your hidden Palace?" Mowang asked, picking up his spoon to begin to eat as Gongzhu lifted her cup again.

Red Son took that as his queue to begin eating as well and swiftly picked up his coffee, drinking the now scalding liquid before it lost any more heat. "In a month, perhaps sooner if I find that I ordered copies of certain items for my new home."

After all, he has plans that have been long awaited.

for several years in fact.

he sooner the better.