Fools. Prince Wayne mused as he watched his unfortunate company eat without a care. His princess had been taken away by that damned dark gar prince and they were all comfortable with it.
Wayne could have easily left to go search for Islinda alone, but he had no choice but to keep up with his identity as a cat and waited till they carried him to his princess. The Fae realm was no place for a demon prince like him, and he had learned his lesson the hard way by being stuck in this form for years.
A Wrry cat traveling to the Winter court all alone made for an easy target. Moreover, it would take him a lot of time compared to when he was carried around on horse form. Hence, as annoying as it was, he had to endure the stupid Faeries putting their hands on him and treating him like an animal.
