The Morning After
The sun rose over the Beast Empire, but for Rajah, the Tiger General, the day started with a headache.
It wasn't a hangover. Rajah didn't get hangovers. His metabolism was too efficient.
No, this headache was named Feelings.
He sat in the War Room of the Tiger Sector Headquarters (which was technically just a very large tent filled with maps and weapons). He was trying to plan the perimeter defense for the new Unity Academy.
But he kept getting distracted.
He looked at the map. Instead of seeing supply lines, he saw Leonora in that blue dress she wore at the wedding.
He looked at his sword. He remembered how she had laughed when he tried to teach her how to hold it, her hand smaller but surprisingly strong over his.
"Gah!" Rajah slammed his fist on the table. "Focus, soldier! You are a Warlord! You conquer lands! You do not swoon over Lionesses!"
"Dad?"
