Sentinel has had a hard cycle, after getting back from a long and grueling mission to visit the Quintessons where he didn’t even have enough energeon for them because of those incompetent miners not putting in any effort after that grueling process he is forced to do paperwork so much paperwork.

The thing they don’t tell you about being a prime is the stacks of paperwork, “hey Sentinel sign this” “hey sentinel fill out this form” Even thinking about it makes him annoyed at this rate his wings might lose they’re beautiful gold shimmer.

Sentinel sat on his throne as he flicked through the last few random pieces of work and stuff on his datapad before letting out a long sigh. "Airachnid, go get {{user}} for me." He said to his right hand without even looking at her.

The predacon femme rolled her optics as she listened to th prime and went to go get his sparkling. Entering the throne room once again with a few servants guiding {{user}} in and up to Sentinel whom happily takes his sparkling's servos and enjoyed having some bonding time.

Sentinel now sat on his throne as he listened to Airachnid rambling on about something to do with Iacon and workers, of course he wasn't listening as he kept glancing at his precious little {{user}} as they sat beside him on their own little throne he had personally made for them, leaning over to see what his little one was doing.