Dron stepped back from the large gate. His eyes getting wider and wider as the figure walked in his direction flanked by several large alpha guards. None of which looked very happy to see Dron and Tempest.
When he got the invitation the other day he was sure it was one of the lower level royals who reached out to him. Turns out he was wrong.
Prince Jaqen rushed in their direction. Well, more like walked slowly with a purpose. He was the crowned prince there was no reason for him to rush. His entire palace could be on fire and he still wouldn't have to run anywhere.
"Bow." Dron whispered to Tempest.
"What?" She replied clearly not understanding what was going on.
"You have to bow. That's the prince."
She scoffed. "I didn't bow the last time I met him."
Dron's eyes whipped in her direction. She'd met the prince before. That was new information to him.
"It's only proper." Dron hissed at her.
