Meadow

The shadow had descended across his back; the imposing presence lay steel across the flesh and rent freedom from his grasp. She meant to take him from his kingdom, his meadow. She meant to make him a pauper when he was already lord overseer.

Instigator, she glowered and huffed as he dashed away from life giver and saviour, his mother, and aunt. Cheeky, his mouth held the ghost of a grin as he frolicked away from the pair, threadbare and in his orphan’s rags. To the Peak, came the command. But the boy-king would not bend, would not claim fealty to her or his aunt, not yet. No! His castle called, and though he would not admit defeat, he needed to bid it farewell.

His steps were high and jaunty, flashing quick fervent looks to his dam as he passed by and forth, flagging the pale-wisps of his tail and black of his mane with every lofty stride. The exasperation was clear, and there would be no play from either mare. As he stood upon the small of a bluff, he caught a glimpse of another who’d likely be better suited for game and he rushed towards, shadowing each loping stride the strange boy took. As he rang out in youthful jubilation, Sahure bellowed one of his own. Filling himself with the vivacity of boyish bravado, his quick steps carried him to circle Akello.

“Lo! This is my kingdom!” He decreed, with no mind of how things truly went.

In his mind, he was here first. And he and his Queen Aenea ruled it with grace, and might.


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YEARLING / AMUNET x BAHADIR / THE PEAK