Sonne padded into the room in cat form and looked up and the prince and walked toward him because she had notion better to do other then sun bathe, rubbing her lithe body around his ankles she asked to be picked up. The prince would recognize her as the cat that more then a few times had been on his dads lap during meetings. She was angry, sad, and confused; she had been promised freedom but yet she was still stuck her as an exotic 'pet', Sonne didn't want to be a 'pet' she wanted to be a person but few saw past the fact that she could shift her shape any way she pleased through animal was more comfortable. Six years she had done things to please her king for her freedom when she hit marriage age and yet here she was. Letting out a cat she she faked a purr and looked up at him with fake adoration.