A dry smile hung on his bloodied face apropos the stark struggle it had taken for him to claw his way to the top; to have had the guile to be ruthless; the gall to war tooth and nail with his own clan, his own brethren.
All of them, every single one of them fierce warriors, now defeated; now lying broken on the battleground beneath his feet; their tired breaths echoing around the empty embers of the open sky; their astute eyes fixed on him, their very fates hanging by the tethers of his decision.
“I win” His deep voice shattering the slip of silence welling after the din of the conflict. “I am the alpha and I am the king”
Then he got down on his knees to help them up.
Who's a king.......... alone??