Meadow

"it's my home now, my territory." he exclaimed, brashly so. his cheeks were warmed by bravado, escaping the hunger lurching in his stomach. He grinned, greedily at the mare, in spite of his youth and inexperience. Instinct rooted the impulse, and cheekily he ran about the mare, nipping at her hocks and tail as he passed. He settled himself at her front, parallel to her. His chin lifted as he'd oft seen his mother do, his curled ears pointed upright in a display of unfounded masochism with a heavy glint of mischief within.

"I'm now your King, Sahure!" The words fell from infantile lips yet mustered the same authority he'd thought studs were want to use. Proud-like, and driven by avarice. He softened, in a beat of a heart. His head tilting, and neck arched in appreciation by her company. He was alone, and knew his mother would not be returning. He thought it was because he was ready, but in his youthfulness, still knew he'd be in need for others. He pressed her nose against her shoulder in apology, eyes wide as he pulled away, regarding her with poignant need. "You can be my queen, though."