Aslan was excited. Right across the hall lay a gorgeous new prize for the king. A unicorn, and a prince, no less. It was the most marvelous thing - long fairy-like lashes, and silver eyes like an ashen storm, brewing with emotions waiting to be unearthed. He was quite the delectable thing - Aslan wanted to take him as his own right away. But he had to be patient, wait until the time was right. Until then, Aslan could do nothing more than entertain the little unicorn. He stepped forward and in a blink of an eye, stood a lion in the place of a man. The lion was massive, larger than the average lion, its coat a glimmering golden. The mane was golden, stretching to black at the tips and ruffled proudly along with his coat. The impressive animal gave a low rumble, large paws padding against the ground as it jumped onto its bed, curling up against the pillow. Tomorrow, Aslan would play with his new toy. How fun it would be, to see what the unicorn had to offer.
Morning came, but the lion had awoken long before sunrise. He'd taken care to get an early start on his duties, planning well to finish it all by lunchtime for his prized unicorn. For as merciless as he was, Aslan was as good as the kings would come. His kingdom flourished, his military one of the best, and trade nothing short prosperous. But with every kingdom was always an area ridden with poverty and famine. The lions called it the
Inanis. There was only disease and the black market there. Now, Aslan would rarely bother with matters regarding the Inanis but as of late, there had been wind that unicorns from the neighboring kingdom had been taken. With the new peace treaty set in place, Aslan was already aware he needed to act. After all, he didn't want his new toy to believe he wasn't doing his part of the agreement. Time passed quickly for the lion. Then it was noon, and Aslan had finished all that was needed to be done.
Just off the formal dining hall, there was a balcony. Its curling black wire frame encased the balcony of a glass table and casual metal seats. There was an awning overhead to shield the diners from the sun's heat, a perfect setting for lunch with a unicorn. Aslan was already seated, waiting for his prince to arrive. The balcony overlooked the garden in the back - a garden full of vibrant flowers and hills that seemed to never end. The King called for one of the servants to retrieve Rois.
It was the same servant as the other night, a young maid who pattered up the steps until she reached the prince's room. She gave a single knock, announcing that she'd be coming inside and the door clicked open. The unicorn was still in bed but the maid was determined. With great vigor, she pushed aside the fanciful curtains to allow sunlight to flood the room, and gathered appropriate attire for the prince to wear in the king's presence. She neatly folded and settled them upon the armrest of the couch and marched over beside the bed with her hands upon her waist.
"Your highness!" she clapped her hands thrice and moved to tug the blankets away from the prince's form, "His majesty requests you join him for lunch."
She did not wait for the prince, grabbing his wrist and hauling him up with surprising strength. She was a lion as well, albeit a lesser lion, but a creature of great strength regardless. "Hurry, your highness. His majesty doesn't like to wait," she ushered the prince into the washroom, closing the door once he was inside.
It wasn't long before the unicorn came into view. Aslan respectfully stood from his seat, giving a slight bow in greeting, and took a seat once more when Rois was seated.
"You look quite stunning today, my prince," Aslan nodded at the chef to begin setting out the platter. "I assume you've slept well? I had my best prepare your bed."
The first plate set out was a simple weaved basket of bread and butter, one that Aslan did not bother touching. He rested his elbows upon the table and leaned forward with interest clear in his eyes.
"Tell me about yourself, Prince," a smile graced his lips. A light wind blew by, bristling his hair, but breaking his eye contact with the unicorn as Aslan pressed his hand down on some napkins that threatened to fly.