Do you know what I had heard?

I heard a suspiciously legit rumor that my mother, my very own mother, the Empress of Iromar you know, have given MY kingdom to my friend Halcyon. GIVEN it to him. And yes, make sure that you realize I am screaming this in my head as I stomp along towards Glorall, alternately snapping at any bush that comes into my path and chasing down small critters just to see them scurry. THEN I heard that he had stepped down and given it back to her. Only that mollified me. Only that stopped my pilgrimage because believe it or not I had been tempted to stomp back into Iromar and tell him to get his ass off MY throne.

It kind of hurt too, you know. It wasn't like I had hid my desire to be an Empress. I was young, yeah, but why couldn't mother wait for me? It felt like she had betrayed me and even as I walked I grew more angry, more upset, that I did little more than bark a greeting into Glorall as if that would give me permission to enter. Part of me knew that diplomatically I should have called out for their King and requested permission to enter, to study and question his wolves and himself, possibly, but I was still stuck in my own thoughts.

The only thing that snapped me out of my dark reverie was the clap of thunder followed by the drizzle of rain that began. Over all of that the sound of waves crashing against cliffs caused my ears to prick. I lifted my multi-colored head into the air and my green eyes blink at the sight of the lovely beach stretching out in the distance with the steel colored waves rushing to the sand. I pause now, my figure stiff as I watch it, almost mesmerized. Without even realizing it I sit down, curling my tail around me and let out a huge sigh.

What did I do now?