The subject of authority

It was a cloudy afternoon with a chance of rain. Citadel was restless and bored, and he didn't like the look of the clouds up ahead. To easily rain meant being locked indoors, bored out of his mind. Instead, he wanted to pounce in some thoughts rattling around his brain. Who better to answer them than his mother? Ignita knew everything.

He found her in the storage room, cataloguing some boring items. He went up to her and dramatically flopped over her forepaws. Trapping her where he wanted her, which was paying attention to him and not the storage items.

“Hey mum. Can I ask you some questions?” He asked, waiting a brief moment for approval before plunging on. “If you're the consort and dad's Warlord, who has more authority?” The subject of authority was of great interest to him.