Had you asked him a year ago if he thought he would be in this position, he would have laughed you out of the country. How could he, Mast, the wayward child who once had turkey feet, be something like a king? It was an impossible joke, surely, for it could never be reality. But now it is reality, and the realization is something that will take him time to get used to. Of course he had offered himself to them, but it had been on a whim…he never really expected them to have so much faith in him. He is grateful for the opportunity though, despite the nerves that twist his stomach into knots and the dryness of his mouth. He wants nothing more than to do right by them and by the kingdom that had given so much to him.
He sees Fiasko heading to the center of the kingdom, and with a smile on his face he follows her. Naturally they would have to address their members, and now was as good a time as any. His eyes scan the lands, and they are hurt slightly when they do not see the beautiful face of his Camelia amongst them. He shrugs that off though, knowing she needed time and space to regroup and gather her thoughts without the burden of a kingdom on her shoulders. Finally, Fiasko stops, and he bumps her shoulder with his nose as a form of encouragement. “Yes…thank you all. With your help, we hope very much to do you proud.” he says with a smile. Their numbers might be small, but they were a loyal bunch. He cared for each and every member here, valuing no single horse above another one. “This is also a good time to address the castes, war and peace. We all need to chose where we want to go, though I will say that I think it would be valuable for all of us to learn something about each caste.” he says thoughtfully. It was true, he knew little to nothing about battling, but he would certainly like to learn even if he was dreadful at it. “As far as alliances go, I’ll admit that being allied with the Chamber has always made me slightly uncomfortable. However, I’m not in favor of severing ties just yet. I’d like to find out where they stand with everyone else.” His voice is serious now, a change for the often times whimsical stallion.
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be my asleep at last