Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-44732070-20191227050117

In a kingdom known as Gyendiore, the king was starting his day, fetching his son; Elliot Reinhart, for the coronation later that night. "Elliot! Get your ass downstairs for breakfast, now!" he yelled through his son's heavy dark oaken doors. Inside of the Prince's room, he was sleeping, with his winter wolf pet, Freya. She looked to the door, growling lightly... "Freya, please. He'll go away if you'd stay asleep' Elliot said, but he was wrong The king busted through the door, stomping up to his son's bed and snatched the blanket off of him. "Get downstairs right now, or I will have you dragged down in your bedclothes by the guards," he said, menacingly. "You have five minutes..." the king said, stomping out of the room and headed downstairs to breakfast. Elliot pulled his blankets back over his head and groaned, "Today's going to be great!" he said sarcastically. 