He would usher himself quietly behind his wife, his Queen. The children would each receive a lick atop their wriggling heads before he exited the barn and took a place beside her. Though he did not reign as her King, he would remain by her side always. A smile flickered across his lips, but it was quickly dominated by curiosity. What did his vixen have in mind for her Kingdom? What new ideas might he see put into action on this day? He watched as she climbed to the top of the haystack, leaving him at the bottom with the children. Though this smarted just a tad, he would say nothing, but instead give each child a stern look - reminding them of the importance of events such as this. Her call would ring out loud and proud and he would remain silent - forever the patient ex-King.
