Choose The King

"Your Majesty" a young female Lion stepped in with a bow.

"Raise your head...I want to talk" Logar walked slowly with his padded paws restricting some noise.

"What orders does Your Majesty have?" Ryka asked refusing to lift her head.

"Can you stop...everyone is disoriented by the shuffle, you can't blame it all on me" Logar said and walked outside with Ryka following closely by his side.

She raised her head and stared at the moon. "I don't blame you for Mom, I just want to contribute but you're not letting me, I'm not a child"

"True but do you think I can really be the king of about 200 Lions in two days?"

"Do they resist? I thought there has been a decision" Ryka asked as she stared at Logar's face.

"It was a world shuffle...not territorial shuffle there at least 10 pride mixed together"

"That means 10 different..." Ryka gasped before the rest of the sentence could leave her mouth.