The Sovereign’s Favorite
They call him the Gilded Sovereign.
Ancient. Unyielding. Impossible to command.
Apparently, he has excellent taste.
He does not kneel. He does not obey. And he most certainly does not tolerate strangers touching him. I have been informed of this repeatedly, usually by people standing very far away.
With me, however, he lowers his head.
Our eyes carry the same honeyed light. Our crowns bear the same mark. When I move, he follows. When I am threatened, the ground tends to shake.
The scholars insist on calling it a Beast Bound. A sacred connection between two souls, ancient magic, destiny, et cetera. They have written several exhausting books about it.
I think they're making it unnecessarily complicated.
He chose me.
Of course he did. 👑🍯