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"That is how it works by default, yes." He murmured in reply. "But those herds can band together to form what governments they desire, despite rarely doing so. My father was King. And I will be, too."

It was a simple thing to say, but as experience had proven, much harder to put into reality. His father had had to fight for his crown, even going against a mare that would carry his child, but Asmodeus planned to rely on wits first, then force. Loyalty, at least to him, seemed like a far better lure for obedience than simple threats.

She spoke of her temper and he chuckled, but did not interrupt. Tempers were fickle things, and if harnessed correctly, could propel a creature to great heights, and if mismanaged could plummet them straight into a hole. She called his vision of the future fanciful, and he tipped his head to acknowledge her statement, though he did not agree. Mares like Marceline and Daciana and Nyimara were not born overnight. The individuals they met and interacted with had shaped and changed them.

Asmodeus understood his name might never be whispered with the same terror as Nyimara, but his name would be whispered by some when he was done.

Her final question, however, is what earned a soft chuckle and he nodded. "Of course. I'd be happy to." And with that, he inclined his head. "Let's head to the Meadow, and we can spar before we go home?"

Adult Stallion 16.0HClassic Champagne ChimeraSolomon x Xiomara