Ignatious peeked out from behind a nearby tree, then smiled. His younger sister was always so patient when it came to playing these little games of his. She was lucky to have pure blood, he would have loved to act out his stories in the body of a big strong human knight. He couldn’t turn human like she could though, and so he had to rely on his imagination to fill in the gaps.
He stepped out from behind his tree then cleared his throat before announcing his presence, “Fair princess! I have returned from distant lands with news from the front lines!” He walked forward with as much grace as he could manage before kneeling before her. He blushed a bit at her giggle, glad that his dark fur would obscure it from her view. He knew she wasn’t laughing at him, just that part of her loved being treated like a princess, just like how he liked pretending to be a knight.
As he rose he caught sight of a bundle of flowers in her hands. What was that for? He wondered. They’d already made her crown and they almost never decorated the throne. His eyes moved up to her face, making a mental note to ask about the flowers later.
She watched, bemused, as he told her about how the war was going, updated her on the status of the supply lines, and how while the troops were in high spirits they really, really hoped to be home before the first snowfall.