A king must know how to rule himself first.

His eyes found the man with ease, a smile spreading across his inky lips as he watched his father while he asked his question. He lifted his skull proudly, showing himself in a manner of respect to his dad not in a manner of challenge. He hoped he appeared strong.

He inhaled sharply as he thought over how to ask his question, a lot had been on his mind and he wasn't sure how to put them all into words. Finally, he spoke, "I couldn't sleep, looks like you couldn't either?" He smirked, resting on his haunches as he would relax and continue to get lost in his thoughts. "I was thinking about what you said, you know.. about you being king. You weren't sure if I would believe it, but I do believe it. I keep trying to imagine what sort of king you'd been, what your kingdom had been like.. you never talked about it. I am curious, and I wanted to ask you what happened? What is it like? To rule?"