Balla looked around his father to see a stooped over boy. “But father, how could he become king?”
“Don’t let his looks deceive you. Don’t always trust your eyes, but trust your heart. He may very well be king someday. The spirits may well be testing him… and you. Don’t butterflies come from caterpillars?”
“But so do moths. I fear he is a moth, father.”
Doua made a face not knowing if he was angry because of the joke or happy because his some was quick witted.
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