The Rat Monarch

The kings will

He sat at his desk in the middle of the night, stacks of paper surrounding him. His eyes carried bags, he was tired and dehydrated. It was much more work being a monarch than he thought, how had his mother survived with all this? He'd been at it for hours, reading letters from other kingdoms.

The cat colony was under attack at the moment, they were reaching out for help. Of course rats and cats have quite the bad history, but right now we have an alliance, which means we must help them. Junxz was sending out general Revenge to apply reinforcements.

Now back to the economy. Unlike other nations, we aren't suffering from inflation, instead, our doubloons have been an excellent currency.

The king was just about finished reading the last letter, a cold hand on his shoulder caused him to jump. He turned around to see his personal knight, Maxon.

"Your majesty, You have been up for 36 hours, it's time to rest" He spoke, his armour clanking against itself when he retracted his arm.

Junxz 'ears twitched, "I'm almost finished," He waved him off.

The metal clanked again as Junxz' arm was pulled to force him to look at Maxon. "Go to bed," He commanded harshly, his cold eyes glared at the king. "Now."

Junxz sighed and stood up, to make it to his sleeping quarters, Maxon followed closely behind to make sure he made it there. Once they arrived, Junxz walked in and closed the door.

He heard Maxon's steps slowly fading away, so he figured her left. He opened the door once again to go to his study to continue his work, but was met face to face with an angry faced rat.

"Bed. Now." Maxon crossed his arms. Junxz groaned and kept eye contact while walking up to his bed, laying down and pulling the covers over his head. Maxon sighed and turned off the lights and left.

That boy will be the death of him.