Harold sighs for the fifth time that day.

He's over a unkempt desk in one of the many rooms of the palace, slaving away at some sort of paper that Augress once said was important for the next king, but to hell if the tired human knew if it was true. The source of light in said room was just a lamp on top of the messy workspace, illuminating a disaster area of an office: books were thrown about everywhere even though there were bookshelves for them; a lot of papers once thought to be useful now sit crumpled in scattered piles over the floor. The only thing that WASN'T messy was the area around the desk, showcasing the rather dirty floor and a path to a window that Harold had never bothered to open in his spare time.

A soft sigh came from inside the disgruntled human's coat, coming from a two-year old child that rested in the elder's lap. The boy's soft, but messy orange hair brushed his father's rugged cheek as the elder carefully moved to make another mark on the paper he was now carefully destroying. As soon as he was done, Harold threw the paper back onto the increasing pile inside the 'outbox', which was just as messy as the rest of the room he worked in. He laid back into his chair, holding onto the child in his lap as he attempted to fall into the land of dreams when the door to his office opened.

Harold turned to find a purple female hedgehog standing in the doorway, her bright blue eyes framed with dark eyelashes and royal purple quills. Her body was covered in a royal white dress, the details a soft light-grey as her skin-coloured hands traced a faint outline over her belly. She stepped toward the still tired human, attempting to dodge the amount of papers on the floor around her before attempting to speak to him.

"Have you found out anything that might help your son?" the purple hedgehog asked gently, her hands resting on one of the chair's armrests as she looked into Harold's sleepy dark blue eyes.

The darker orange-haired human yawned, stretching his free arm as he looked at the shiny golden tiara on top of her head. "I still got nothing on the entire prophecy, my Queen. I'm not sure if there's anything to be collected." He sat himself up to take all of the papers off of his desk, revealing a book with a colour-changing gem on the cover, right under the symbol of a stylized 'H'—one which looked more like 'I—C' instead on the cover. Overall, the cover itself showed signs of age—it was much more brown and simplistic compared to the rest of the book, which looked to have been recent. Even the pages looked recent as the once tired Harold flipped through the pages, before stopping at a specific point where there was only one sentence on the left page and nothing else. "A good chunk of it's not even written, and I only got this part to appear," he indicated to the only sentence on the page with his right pointer "Because I have my son snuggled up in my jacket." He patted the head of said child, whom at that point decided to wake up and open his big, brown eyes to the two adults.

"Hi." The child uncomfortably said, waving a tiny hand to the hedgehog queen in front of him.

"You've seen the Queen before, remember honey?" The elder human said; stroking the pouting face gently as Harold turned the chair toward the queen hedgehog quickly.

"Oh! Hedgie!" the child said happily after recognizing the queen when his father turned the lamp toward her. The young child reached toward the purple queen's stomach, the kid's hair glowing as the tiny hand touched her slight belly. "More Hedgies?" He asked, holding her stomach while carelessly tippy-toeing off of his father's lap, whom was holding the pudgy tot.

"…" the Purple hedgehog couldn't say a word, her face contorting as she gently—but unsure of how fast she actually needed to be—before grabbing the boy and hugging the poor kid tightly.

"Ovi…?" The elder human asked as his grip on the child slipped in shock. "Aleena, are you…?"

The purple hedgehog nodded carefully, cradling Harold's child as she spoke. "They are six weeks along. I wasn't too sure if it was true until Ovi got a chance to feel them." Aleena whispered to Ovi's hair, looking at Harold sadly. "I wanted to ask you something."

Harold looked at the Queen of the animayans in soft horror as he thought about what the purple hedgehog had to say. "You're…"

"I can't stand being in an environment where I'm scrutinized by my own father along with his supporters." Aleena said sadly, handing the two-year old back to the human as she continued. "And… I wanted to tell him about it." She added, taking the golden tiara on her head to look at it.

"…Skylocke?" Harold asked, having heard of the restraining order against the now wanted hero a good while ago. When the girl didn't respond, the human asked an entirely different question. "When were you planning on going to see him?"

"Two days from now. I hope to get going before my father figures out." She said, giving back the young Ovi back to his father. "I also want you and your boy to come." She stated, causing the now confused human to look up at her. Her back was turned toward her confidant.

"What do you mean by that?" Harold asked gently, rocking his own child side to side as he stood from his chair.

"I cannot allow you to stay on strained relations with Skylocke for much longer…" Aleena turned back toward the human in an instant, now looking at the young child in the elder orange-haired human's arms. "Ovi's own front-teeth look a bit long, too long to look naturally human." She stated, causing the human to check Ovi's own teeth. Indeed, the incisors seemed a bit large for a normal child, and unlike the 'normal child' incisors, they seemed like they were to stay in Ovi's teeth. Harold had also noticed that the boy's face had whisker-like extensions coming out of his cheeks, which Ovi had confirmed by backing a good chunk of his face away from his father's hand.

"When do you expect me to pack?" Harold asked quickly, noticing that Aleena was about to leave the room at that point.

She turned toward the human then, a small smile gracing her features (though, neither Harold nor the child could see it) as she said "Don't forget the book." Before leaving Harold's office entirely.