Ronan was angry. How dare Lazarus interrupted his playing time with Arielle. The king smirked at the thought of an idea to make Lazarus stop bothering him again after this.
Ronan spat the broken stick from his mouth. Then stand on all fours, getting ready.
"Arielle, tell him I would play with him." Ronan's voice ringing in her head made Arielle get up too. He added, "You can go and rest."
The girl nodded in understanding.
"Sir Lazarus, I'm going to rest. You can play now," said Arielle, who didn't understand Ronan's real purpose in telling her to get out of the way.
"Whoaaa! You really want to play with me now?" asked Lazarus enthusiastically. He waved his hands to touch Ronan. "I take back everything I said before! You really deserve to win in the best boy category!"
Lazarus was very happy to stroke Ronan's black fur.
