Moving the family

Wallowing in his own morose disposition for a few weeks had left the youngster with a near permanent scowl plastered onto his face. The constant throb of his skull while his horns sprouted didn’t improve the situation at all. For the most part, he’d been holed up in the roosts of the castle. Watching the world go by without speaking a word for most of the day. It felt better than trying to talk to someone, or act like everything was okay.

Ringing out across the courtyard, his father called out for the litter of despondent youngsters. The tundy little boy picked himself up and meandered down the stairs, thudding and thumping his way down each step with a long-suffering sigh. By the time he made his way down to the courtyard, he spotted his brothers already gathered with their father. So far, none of his sisters had shown up.

The golden prince settled on his haunches, slouching to try and fold his oversized form inwards and avoid attention. A half-hearted smile flashed briefly across his features as he looked up at his dad, and settled quietly down to wait.