At dawn, black pickup trucks waited for the royal family outside the camp. Everyone prepared to leave that place and return to their homes. While in the herd the crowd eagerly awaited their monarchs, they were greeted with applause and blessings. Once at the mansion, Danna accompanied Eros to his room so that he could fully recover. They had the responsibility of governing two vast regions, and that required them to constantly move from one herd to another.

A month later, Ares arrived with the report from the northern region. The kings were spending a season in the blue herd because Eros wasn't feeling well.

"Eros, my dear, you can't go on like this. The doctor is on his way to check on you," Danna whispered worriedly, as she ran her right hand down his back.

Eros had his head stuck in the toilet, his stomach had been churning for days, and everything he ate was sent to the bathroom.

"My queen don't worry about me," he replied almost helplessly, breaking out in a cold sweat. It must be