Being the Sovereign of a unified beast-kin empire meant dealing with a lot of complex, high-stakes political issues. But on a sunny Tuesday afternoon at the cliffside manor, my biggest problem was dirt.
I was kneeling in the soft grass of the manor's sprawling backyard, wearing an old linen dress and a pair of sturdy gardening gloves. Next to me sat a small pouch of Moon-Blossom seeds I had purchased from an elderly goat-kin merchant at the festival. They were incredibly rare, meant to bloom only under starlight, and required a very specific, sheltered environment to grow.
"I need a greenhouse," I muttered to myself, tapping my chin as I surveyed the empty patch of grass. "Nothing too big. Just a nice glass frame, maybe some wooden planting boxes..."
"A greenhouse?"
A massive shadow fell over me. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. The sheer imposing presence and the faint smell of pine needles gave him away instantly.
