“Prince Harry is presened with a headdress by dancers in Sumara Village in the Guyana Hinterland on day 13 of an official visit to the Caribbean on December 3, 2016 in Sumara, Guyana. Prince Harry’s visit to The Caribbean marks the 35th Anniversary of Independence in Antigua and Barbuda and the 50th Anniversary of Independence in Barbados and Guyana.”
HAPPY 11TH BIRTHDAY PRINCE SVERRE MAGNUS || b. 3 December 2005
“On Monday 5 December, an extraordinary Council of State was held at the Royal Palace in Oslo, where His Majesty King Harald V announced that Their Royal Highnesses The Crown Prince and Crown Princess, in consultation with The King, have decided that their newly-born son is to be named Prince Sverre Magnus. The King asked for the Council of State’s assent to the choice of name. The King has decided that Prince Sverre Magnus will not have the title His Royal Highness. The Prince’s birthday will not be an official flag day, and there will be no military salutes on this day. The King’s decision does not entail any constitutional changes. Prince Sverre Magnus is third in line to the throne after Her Royal Highness Princess Ingrid Alexandra.” the Royal Court’s press conference after the birth of Prince Sverre Magnus.
“I think that’s so hard to say. A good portion of the crown princess and a good part of me,” said Crown Prince Haakon when asked who his newborn son Prince Sverre Magnus resembled most.
For the record, Eleanor and Jasper’s hand-holding at the Kings’ Cup wasn’t a total misdirect. The former couple’s spark is still burning — it’s just going to take some time, and a lot of work on Jasper’s part, to get Eleanor to re-open her heart. (Mandy really did a number on her!)
The long drive from his meeting was made worse by the weather, the raindrops obscuring his vision even with the windshield wipers.
He would’ve run over the cat if not for the car that swerved to miss it first alerting him to its presence at all.
There was no reason to get out of the car but Jean did it anyway, the lack of umbrella not even on his mind as he leaned down to hold out his hand.
The cat’s pause made him realize immediately it was a shifter.
They were rare, almost too rare these days, and he knew there was more reason for this one to be out rain in the middle of nowhere than just bad luck.
“I will leave in a moment if you do not come to me now.”
The cat rushed at him, jumping in his arms and he carried it safely to the car.
He closed the door and took off his coat, tossing it to the back as the cat shook off the rain on his very expensive interior.
“You should be aware that this is an expensive car.”
The cat looked at him almost smugly.
It was not impressed.
“You should also be aware that I know you’re a shifter.”
That seemed to get its attention, the fear in its eyes making him hold out his hand. “I’m not going to hurt you, I just wanted to be sure you were aware of the situation. Now, I will drive you to my home to get some answers, or I can let you alone to fend for yourself.”
The cat stared, unsure, and then laid down with its back to him.
Apparently that was enough of an answer.
He turned the heat up before he drove, making note of the way the cat raised its head and looked at him a moment before laying down again.
The drive did not seem as long now, the silence was occupied by purring from his cat companion which made him smirk the louder it seemed to get.
His home was very private, a combination gate and no one had access unless he allowed them. When he stopped the car to press in the code the cat stirred, a meow coming that made him scoff.
“I apologize, but if you wish to eat and get dry I need to open the gate.”
That seemed satisfactory enough an answer, the cat sitting up and watching as the gate opened.
He was happy to have the cat raise its front paws to view the house more clearly, tail wagging as he was sure it saw the opulence of his home.
“You picked the right street to get nearly killed on, Cat.”
The cat turned to glare it him with its ears down, a growl erupting that made him regret the words but not take them back as he pulled up into the garage.
He turned off the engine and regarded the cat more clearly: brown, long haired and rather fluffy by cat standards. It had a lovely shade of yellow eyes that were common in shifters.
“A fast dwindling species running from home, smelling of wetness and….”
Jean sniffed the air and immediately knew the answer to his curiosity.
The cat moved back, rearing up and growling.
He held out his hand, “As an alpha, it is my duty to protect omegas. Is it not?”
The shift happened so quickly even he was taken aback, the lovely young man in the cat’s place a welcome change. “Not all alphas feel that way.”
“You have not met the right alphas.”
The shifter let out a long, shaky breath. “No, I haven’t.”
He reached out and ran his hand through the omega’s curls, softly petting his shifter ears that were actually rather lovely on a human.
Jean would not have expected to think such a thing.
“You will be safe here, Adam. I assure you.”
Adam seemed to be fighting with leaning up into his touch, eyes closed tightly as he whispered, “I don’t believe you.”
“I will make you believe, Cat. I will make you believe.”