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He continued marching up to the top of the mountain and grumbled to himself about the pointlessness of checking the royal lake; nobody was brave enough to venture to the area lest they be faced with a torturous death and even the royals avoided the place. Yawning, he sluggishly continued up the slope, not worried about being called out on his lack of posture. Suddenly he heard a soft humming. Leaping to action he began running to catch the intruder and he prepared himself for a fight.
“Hey! You! You’re not allowed here. This is restricted to only royals.”
“Hm.” A lioness looked back and lazily held up a blue feather. “I’m royal.” Putting her paw back down, she looked back into the frozen water, ignoring the guard. Baffled, he stuttered before inquisitively crept closer.
“I’ve never seen you in the royal den or even at the council. Let me see that feather.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “My family likes to pretend I don’t exist. My feather won’t be like the rest of the family.”
He held out his paw for the feather. She slapped it into his paw and sighed again.
“It’s pretty pale. I’m not sure-”
“I don’t get a feather from the royals’ blue bellied roller.” She looked at him again. “Just some pale starling from the common ground.”
“I’m still-”
“Just take my word, guard. I’m royal just not recognized.”
“...my apologies, your majesty.”
“Vitusita.” She held out her paw. “My name is Vitusita.” Her paw hung in the air waiting for him to hold it. Hesitantly he pressed it to his forehead in a sign of respect and introduced himself to her.
“Guard Phakeme, countess...Vitusita?”
“Princess.” She pulled her paw away to caress Phakeme’s face. “Thank you for discovering me.”
“I-uh-you’re welcome, your majesty.”
“Do you make rounds here daily?”
“I do, my-”
“Sita will do, Phakeme. Sita will do. I shall come here daily too then- at this time.” She pulled his paw from under him and pressed it to her forehead. “Come find me everyday. I want to be known but only to you. Let no one else know.”
Confused and hesitant he backed away from the lioness, finding her odd and frankly quite scary. She seemed so absent from the present but her presence was so dominating.
“Of course...Sita. I. I best be going now. Other places to guard and all.”
He received no reply. She just looked back to the frozen surface, watching the fish underneath swim.
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Description
He continued marching up to the top of the mountain and grumbled to himself about the pointlessness of checking the royal lake; nobody was brave enough to venture to the area lest they be faced with a torturous death and even the royals avoided the place. Yawning, he sluggishly continued up the slope, not worried about being called out on his lack of posture. Suddenly he heard a soft humming. Leaping to action he began running to catch the intruder and he prepared himself for a fight.
“Hey! You! You’re not allowed here. This is restricted to only royals.”
“Hm.” A lioness looked back and lazily held up a blue feather. “I’m royal.” Putting her paw back down, she looked back into the frozen water, ignoring the guard. Baffled, he stuttered before inquisitively crept closer.
“I’ve never seen you in the royal den or even at the council. Let me see that feather.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “My family likes to pretend I don’t exist. My feather won’t be like the rest of the family.”
He held out his paw for the feather. She slapped it into his paw and sighed again.
“It’s pretty pale. I’m not sure-”
“I don’t get a feather from the royals’ blue bellied roller.” She looked at him again. “Just some pale starling from the common ground.”
“I’m still-”
“Just take my word, guard. I’m royal just not recognized.”
“...my apologies, your majesty.”
“Vitusita.” She held out her paw. “My name is Vitusita.” Her paw hung in the air waiting for him to hold it. Hesitantly he pressed it to his forehead in a sign of respect and introduced himself to her.
“Guard Phakeme, countess...Vitusita?”
“Princess.” She pulled her paw away to caress Phakeme’s face. “Thank you for discovering me.”
“I-uh-you’re welcome, your majesty.”
“Do you make rounds here daily?”
“I do, my-”
“Sita will do, Phakeme. Sita will do. I shall come here daily too then- at this time.” She pulled his paw from under him and pressed it to her forehead. “Come find me everyday. I want to be known but only to you. Let no one else know.”
Confused and hesitant he backed away from the lioness, finding her odd and frankly quite scary. She seemed so absent from the present but her presence was so dominating.
“Of course...Sita. I. I best be going now. Other places to guard and all.”
He received no reply. She just looked back to the frozen surface, watching the fish underneath swim.
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pridelands.eu/image13355.html
pridelands.eu/image3449.html

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