PANDORA WAS PLEASED TO HAVE THIS MANY OF HIS BOYS BACK HOME, all under the same roof as the family they were meant to be. gabe, dane, elliot, and tobin all were in the castle preparing for the family breakfast that pandora had scheduled. henri was off, galavanting around metia, having received word of elliot’s return though to no avail. perhaps he would arrive later but for now, pandora was intent on wrangling all the boys for the morning meal.
“elliot!” pandora called, stepping into the chambers of his fourth born, looking at the mess that the young prince had already accrued in the few weeks he had been back home. most of it was clothes strew about the chamber floors, a habit he had started in his youth and never grew out of, but there were plenty of empty ale and vodka pitchers littered about. pandora enjoyed a drink as many a queen did in their spare time, but he was still able to function properly. with this new habit of elliot’s, he was beginning to wonder if it would become a problem. “wake up, baby boy! mommy’s waiting.”
@prince--elliot
