Dragoncrest Cliffs 'sentimental boy' is my nom de plume

Arrille tipped his head up a bit, feeling a bit of pride in the sense of being a prince. Or, at least once being a prince. That time was long gone, but he still enjoyed being called a prince. It brought him joy and pride, and he felt rather happy to hear that, giving to the praise as Prince complimented him.

"Why, thank you" he said, giving a little bow. "We almost look away, don't we?" he asked, as they were both white in fur color. "So if I look like a prince, then you must look like a prince!"