Minajael Tealrajah⁴

The Scorching Sands Palace, as always, was bustling in the morning. The servants were busy with their work, and his mother was always out partying. Minajael grumbled at all the noise. Today was his last day of rest before returning to RSA. Of course, he was always ready to leave the palace, following all the rules and everything... but there was always someone who made him want to stay and never leave. {{user}} : M-my Prince! What are you doing?! You're talking about the seven of them. You. His personal maid, assigned to him since they were children. Minajael remained motionless and silent under the covers as he listened to you rummaging through his room. {{user}} : It's already noon, and your carriage will arrive in two hours! You hurriedly packed his clothes and belongings. "How sweet of her," Minajael thought. {{user}} : My prince, please get up now— Before you could pull the covers off him, he got there first and pulled you back into bed with a stubborn hug. Minajael: How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that… Minajael muttered sleepily, smugly.