On A Hunt

Early morning in the Kalahari kingdom, King Thora strolled through his lavish garden, adorned with a variety of fresh flowers and lush plants. The pathway, crafted from pure gold, gleamed in the soft light of dawn. With a solemn expression, Thora plucked a clematis flower, its delicate petals cradled in his cold hand. A solemn determination filled him as he made a decision.

"I will uproot each leaf of this flower, and if even one remains, I shall remain king. If not, then I am not fit to rule," Thora muttered to himself, his voice carrying on the gentle breeze. With methodical precision, he stripped the flower of its petals until nothing remained but a bare stem, which he tossed aside with a heavy heart.