In his current guise as a Wrry cat, Prince Wayne exuded an air of nobility despite his foul mood, his feline form masking the stern countenance he bore in his human shape. His furrowed brow and intense gaze would have unsettled anyone had he been in human form. But to those around, he appeared simply as a dignified Wrry cat, his regal demeanor belying the frustration simmering within.
With a series of discontented meows, he voiced his displeasure at the disruption of his plans, his dissatisfaction evident even in his feline form.
It was supposed to be him and Islinda all alone tonight but no, the universe got in the way again. If only that little menace of a child hadn't stolen her purse, then Islinda wouldn't have chased after him and then got involved with the Fae guard and the incident escalated! Why did his princess have to be weak in this body? The affairs of this realm shouldn't concern her at all. If anything, both of them should raze this Astaria to the ground!
