The public that was buried in servitude instantly supported the change. They welcomed the cloaked man and did not quarrel or question. They were not left with any energy to do so. The vultures had so thoroughly exhausted them.
Once at the helm of all the affairs, The Cub started to gain name with his sense of order and organization. Neighboring kingdoms made slight attempts to eat the small kingdom, as they did every once in a while. But the army that was brutally treated and won battles before to live another day, now fought gallantly to flourish another day. The masked king rewarded them with treasures only a son could know where his mother hid.
After a couple of years, rumors started circulating that the king who called himself only a caretaker of the throne, shared skills with The Lioness. The likes of the peace and prosperity that began to thrive in the veins of the kingdom only compared to those of The Lioness’s.
Witnessing the love and support that still welled deep in the hearts of the public, the Cub wove the ground for the Lioness’s return. The foxes who had taken his mother had grown fragile with time, and they too had servants that were loyal to the kingdom across the riverbed and spied for them.
As per instructions, without prior suspicion, these servants started slowly poisoning the foxes. In the darkest hour of the night on the day of the lunar eclipse, a sly assassin slowly penetrated into the underground dungeons of the nearby tall towers. The queen was broken free while the men behind the wheel lay limp with the fatal poison flowing in their bloodstream.
In the morning they would wake up to see the chaos take over as the captive queen crosses the river check posts, all hijacked by betrayers. And before they could act, the poison would snuff the flame of their lives.
The Lioness has returned, long live her prince.
