Transportation (Final Effect)
Her Imperial Highness Averia VII tightened her hold around Lord Hedgeborough and buried her face in his quills. Toward enemies, those quills were deadly, capable of piercing through power armour with ease. For her? They had always been soft and cuddly.
The hedgehog gave a low rumble. It was time for breakfast.
“I don’t want to get up,” Averia whined. “Carry me.”
Lord Hedgeborough made a chuffing sound and then rolled out of her arms before transforming. He still wasn’t anywhere close to his combat form’s full size, but he was still roughly the size of a pony. He used one claw to drag her onto his back and then plodded out of the room with her clinging onto him.
If any of the Imperial Guard thought it odd that the crown princess of the Empire was hitching a ride on her hedgehog, they knew better than to say anything. She might only be nine years old, but her glare was still ferocious.