Our Turn To Breathe

"Awuor, what do we do about the situation home right now? We need a leader. Vaziria can't be left without a king or queen." Fernando said as he looked at the warrior, who also shared the same look like him.

As much as they didn't want the position, they knew that these were fragile times. If the world heard that there was no king in Vaziria, the rogues would come and attack them again. The hunters would come to kill them for sport, and that didn't sit right with him.

They didn't want unnecessary battles. They had been alive for a long while now, and they understood that their people wouldn't feel secure if there was no definitive form of leadership.

"yeah, i know. I just didn't know what is the best solution at the moment. I've been thinking a lot. Maybe we can create a council to run Vaziria while we let the people decide who they want as their leaders," Awuor said, and Fernando knew she was right.