Servant after servant shuffled into the palace chamber, carrying the al-Asadiyyah clan's new imperial regalia, having been specially made for Emir's appointment to the head of his clan's military division.
The servants, heads lowered out of respect, undressed the massive lion from his black-red robes and redressed him in his new imperial regalia. Robes of purple and red.
A beautiful gazelle, whom the general knew all too well, walked over and wrapped a red sash around the general's waist, tightening it. Another servant walked over and draped a blood red and gold kefiyyeh, scarf, over the general's head wrapping the rest of it around his neck and securing it with a bronze pin with his family's clan's insignia on it, making a hood for the general to wear.
Jafaar smiled, knowing the general would really like the gift he'd gotten him.
The jackal walked over, bowing before his friend, presenting a beautifully decorated sword and scabbard to the general. The outside of the scabbard was decorated in gold and Arabic saysings of peace and safety. The general accepted it, and holding the scabbard in is paw, leaned down and hugged his friend, kissing him on the forehead, a symbol of favor in Emir's clan.
The lion looked himself in the mirror, realizing the new robes and scarf he was wearing were woven with a poem of his clan, his eyes filling with tears. The poem was written by his family's patriarch: Khalid al-Asad as-Sayf; Khalid, the Lion of the Sword. The poem was written with praises of the prophet of Emir's religion, praises of God, of the valor and honor a warrior of the Asadiyyah clan had to have.
Looking to his left paw, he saw on the sleeve, "In my left paw, I carry the banner of Faith."
Looking at his right paw, the sleeve had "In the right paw, do I carry my sword."
Emir flipped up his hood, covering his whole face and turning the neck wrap into a veil and he quickly left his apartments, Jafaar in tow. The lion along with his entourage walked across the imperial gardens to the mosque across the street, the Mosque of the Armies, which he himself had commissioned for his soldiers, generals, admirals and sailors. Only army officials could enter. The general opened the doors, it was just after noon prayers, and the mosque was filled with, an excess of, 3,000 soldiers. Everyone talking was immediately silent. It was so quiet, you could hear the mosque lanterns creaking on their chains. The soldiers knew this was someone, but not whom.
The general marched directly towards the minbar, the pulpit and ascended so everyone could see him, Jafaar and almost 20 of the general's harem flanking the minbar. Emir lowered his veil revealing who it was to his men and they were shocked. No Asadiyyah ruler had donned the robes of a soldier in almost 100 years, 3 generations.
The mosque erupted in roars and cheers as the general drew his sword.
"Tahya Amir al-Jayush! Tahya Amir al-Jayush!"
"Long live the Commander of the Armies! Long live the Commander of the Armies!"
the soldiers shouted in Arabic. It was a title he'd worked hard for, Commander of the Armies. And it was him, he'd become it.
"Commander of the Army, Emir the Lion of the Sword."
Amir al-Jayush Emir al-Asad as-Sayf.
It is time he put that title to the test.
He was going to do the one thing and one thing only:
He was going to Conquer the world, because there was something, a treasure, he wanted in his kingdom, and he'd stop at nothing to claim it.
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