"In a court that never sleeps, where courtiers scramble for position and generals plot campaigns, Hugo represents the ultimate rebellion," wrote Philosopher-Poet Jorian in a dispatch circulated this morning. "He eats. He sleeps. He judges. He is the mirror we hold up to our own frantic ambitions. Also, his fur is exceptionally soft."
As the sun sets over the capital, Hugo remains seated on the balcony of the West Wing, staring blankly at the sunset. Is he contemplating the vastness of the empire? Is he plotting a coup? Or is he, as the Head Keeper suggests, just "really, really lazy"? imperial chronicles lazy monkey