Alate

The air surges around his wings. Bold blue feathers dazzled with splotches of vivid scarlet are compressed by the air, but the wind only takes him higher above the never-ending emerald expanse. His hollow bones have never felt so light, his vision never so clear, his elation never so high. He swirls and dives and glides along his route without the slightest sliver of anticipation for his journey to end. Joy, pure euphoria from being on top of the world, surges through his body.

Nothing beats the feeling of flying over your kingdom.