The wandered the hallways of his empty kingdom, his hands gently brushing against the damaged and scorched stone from the battle that had taken place. This had not been what he wanted, no, all he wanted was to move forward. He had been leaning towards a new future, one where he left all this behind. But his father had brought this upon himself, for years painting him the villain, believing he was would always be the reason for the kingdom’s downfall. Never once did he think to point the finger at himself, if he had just listened, actually saw him for who he was.
He already heard the words, usurper. For once the name rang true, and he had forced his brother to advocate his right to the crown and placed it on his own head. He was forced to take this path, and if he had to take it then he was going to make everyone responsible paid the ultimate price. His father certainly did, the look of fear in the hard man’s eyes as his SECOND born son held power over him, slowly turning him into nothing but a pile of sand.
Was he proud now? To see everything he believed would come, become the reality. Leona continued to walk among the ruins, the greater change in his heart still ached with the pain it brought him to end up here. There was no turning back now, he couldn’t run, he couldn’t hide from it. The crown rested atop his head and he was the ruler of the Afterglow Savannah. This was his country now, his lands.
He raises a hand to signal the lionesses, by law, his to command. They stood, each bowing to their king as he made his way to the throne. This was his country now, his lands, his throne.
Long may he reign.