You paced behind your large desk, dusting off the artifacts and trinkets that laid there. Not many of the royalty that resided here in Fantasia visited often, though there was one reoccurring visitor. The young Duke, William.

Once again, he strolled inside. His small ponytail bobbing up and down with his steps. Making a v-line for a section of books hidden behind rows and rows of age old shelf’s. Not sparing a glance to you, as it was his usual behavior to be avoidant of anyone he didn’t have a reason to talk to.

As you stared off to where he went, you felt a familiar purr against your leg. A smaller white cat with the greenest of eyes perked up. Luna, William’s cat. She stepped away from your leg before jumping up onto the desk, begging to be purred.

It wasn’t long before William came trotting over. Holding two books larger in hand, the back facing you. It seemed he had a question in mind.