The sound of paws, both large and small, echoed through the cave network. Hunters were moving in and out as they stocked up on their kills while the weather was cool. Thieves and apprentices shuffled through with their treasures and pride, though some moods soured as they handed everything over to merchants and counters. Ali, however, had nothing to do at the moment. The poor guy was stuck on his “throne”, bored eyes scanning the room as Viziers and Keepers weaved in and out of the room. He had to admit they looked a lot like ants stocking up for winter. If only the desert had any real indications of winter in the first place.
Yawning, Ali rested his head upon his large paws, the thought of taking a quick nap playing at this mind. He would, if he could, but the risk of his brother finding out was the only thing keeping it from coming to reality. After all, it wasn’t very “proper”. A good King must always be ready for the unexpected. A good King must always be ready to help his people and hear them out. A good King needs a good nap every now and then, especially when no one needed him at the moment.
Sometimes I wonder if that cripple is just hiding in the shadows, waiting for me to do something wrong so he can just pop up and rant at me. I wouldn’t be surprised. Doesn’t he have anything better to do? Nah…
