"why always me?" Primus thought as he pushed his heavy fur cloak around himself to protect him against the cold wind that blew over the what the Imerians called the royal international airharbour or as most foreigners would refer it to "a muddy field with a couple of paved roads and a control tower" and they were actually right as the Imerian airport not only was a couple of hours from Imerbürg but also something that most Imerians shunned as airtravel was improper but the rare cargo plane and foreign visitor was enough for it to wary a continued existence. As always when Primus where here so could he only imagine how lord Edward from the foreign relation advisory had managed to convince his father that he was the right man for the job as pay back for whatever prank he had pulled on the old man.
However this time so could Primus actually agree that he was the logical choice as he was the second most important person in the entire absolute royal federation and to send his father would not be acceptable and when a foreign royalty was going to visit so where only the best they had available good enough.
Once more did he gave the cold grey sky a gaze in hope of spotting the plane coming in, but the cold grey sky was as empty the last time he checked. So instead did he once more allow his eyes to sweep over the wet landscape around him, the dark forest that the northern part of Imeriata consisted of stretched all around the cut out area that was airharour and the threes was mostly either dark green pine trees or barren old grey oaks with a few red and yellow leafs that still climbed on to life but they were a rare sign which showed that the Imerian winter was not far away and that was something the cold air also confirmed.
Once more did Primus sighed and gave the sky a hopeful gaze hoping that he would catch a glimpse of an aeroplane preparing for landing.
