You Didn't Make the Naughty List

Being a king wasn't all sunshine and barking orders. There was a bit of bookkeeping to go along with it as well. The massive man was laid out on his belly beside the fireplace, pouring over sheets of soft fur with marks etched into them. These were his tallies. The numbers of imports, exports, death, expenses. It would have been much simpler to just let things run their course without all of the nasty paperwork, but Chimera was an industrial sort.

After a time, the marks on the sheets began to run together. The two-toned man pushed them aside, bringing one paw up to gently knead the area between his closed eyes. There was a dull throbbing in his head and, if he continued much longer, he would have ended up with a whopping headache. There would be more time to deal with things tomorrow.

The ladies were all off doing their respective things. They'd formed their own little relationships and the lot of them were very much a family unit these days. He didn't mind much when they were off spending time together as a result of these newfound bonds. It meant a little more time to himself, but he didn't mind that either.

"Speech"