Mornstein knew well that Merriweather wasn't going to let go anytime soon. His brother was just that way since he got horribly sick as a kid. But his messenger was to be entering Meridia soon, as he was always on the dot. But before that, let's get to learn about Mornstein.
Mornstein was firstborn to Lord Socrates and Lady Elizabeth twenty-seven years ago. He was heir to the throne. A lot of folk in the village had suspicions that Elizabeth had an affair with another man, which was why Mornstein bore the black and blue color in his fur. But that was quickly debunked as they learned Mornstein bore the same eye color as Socrates. Lord Socrates was the only man in the kingdom with a unique teal shade. Mornstein may not have looked like any of the royal family, but he was their blood.
He had horrible colic as a baby but the nurse took care of him whenever it would happened. It eventually diminished within a month. He would never go an hour without wanting to eat, unless he was dead asleep. Sometimes he would be in bed with his mother and father, curled up next to Socrates's face. At the age of eight months he would hide under his father's cloak. He grew quickly, soon turning to the age of one. At this time he was now trying to wear his father's crown. He caught on quickly to his fate of heir to the throne. Mornstein was eager even though he was only one.
When Mornstein was almost four, his mother was with child. Mornstein was more than excited to have a sibling. Socrates explained to the boy that he would have to pay a bit more attention to the new baby, but Mornstein understood. Archimedes was soon able to tell them the gender of the baby. Being a sorcerer had its perks for the older hedgehog. A new prince was to be born. They named him Merriweather after an old companion Socrates had lost. Mornstein was happy to have a baby brother.
A month after Mornstein turned four Merriweather was born. Mornstein was excited to have a baby in the castle. Mornstein wanted to help as much as he could with Merriweather. He would hold him, feed him, play with him, all with adult supervision. Merriweather had worse colic than Mornstein, but Mornstein knew what is was. He let the nurse deal with it. When Mornstein couldn't help with Merriweather he would go and play with one of the servants or chase Archimedes phoenix, Dota around the library while Archimedes would alphabetize shelves. If Archimedes missed a book, Mornstein would quickly take it to him.
Mornstein started his practices as soon as he turned six, Daisuke, Archimedes and his parents teaching him expectations and proper manner. He caught on quickly to the Meridian customs. Except for a bit of patience. But that was nipped quickly.
Mornstein quickly grew into a fine young man, he was only fourteen though. He had a sister that was eleven at this time now. He was starting to grow into a more curious and levelheaded man, the laid back trait slowly kicking in. He grew depressed as his father told him he had to aid a fellow kingdom. The poor boy overwhelmed his father, begging him not to leave. Sadly nothing could be done to keep Socrates from leaving. Not even Socrates himself could keep himself there. He promised to make it back for coronation day. But it never happened. Mornstein wallowed in his sorrow until his coronation. But he soon sunk back into it. He would sit in his study for hours moping with his head on the desk. His uncle Daisuke would go in to talk with him until Mornstein would go to lay down.
Mornstein soon found it troubling that he needed to bring up an heir to the throne. He wasn't even married. He didn't even know a neighboring kingdom that had a daughter ready to find a husband. It made him nervous, very nervous. He knew he had to bring up a son. But he seemed to have forgotten all his customs when it came to the ball. This would be his opportunity, but he was too nervous to come out into the ballroom. He paced back and forth in his room, stopping, staring in the mirror, pacing, stopping, staring. Daisuke soon went in to calm the poor boy, knowing he was racked in worried contemplation.
Mornstein soon found the ability to walk out of his room, and into the ballroom. He walked aimlessly around, trying to keep from chewing his fingers. He kept fidgeting. Until he ran into an azure female. Crowns fell and they stared at each other. Mornstein was humiliated, the azure lady feeling the same. Both of them red in the face, went down, and picked up the opposite crown. They handed each others crowns back, Mornstein's face burning. He apologized, but something in his mind clicked. She had to be the one. He had seen the other women, but they didn't seem right. But this lady, would be his queen.
They had hit it off immediately, talking on and on. They went out to the balcony, Mornstein taking his usual position on the balcony rail. The ball had past, but they continued. Mornstein's mother watched as her son grew more intent on marrying this girl. She had talked to her. Her name was Azura. They were soon married and had their firstborn, a son named Alexander. Mornstein would make sure he grew in the Meridian customs and traditions to be a fair king.
Now, Mornstein was a proud father of three princes, had a lovely wife, and had been ruling over the Meridian kingdom for eleven years now. Oh how quick time passed by since his coronation. But he was a happy man. He loved Meridia with all his heart, how a fair and just king should be. Never was he cruel to the Meridian people. And the Meridian people in turn, were respectful citizens.
There was a knock at the door.
"My Lord. D'Artagnan is here to see you"