The king stretches lazily, arching his back and stretching his mouth into an impressive yawn that shows off all his glittering teeth. He blinks once, slowly, as if collecting his thoughts, then sets off.

He paces back and forth, languidly looking out at his realm and all the various inhabitants he can see from where he stands. He shakes his head, the long golden locks momentarily fanning around his head before settling back around his shoulders.

Apparently pleased with what he sees, the king settles back down in his favourite spot in the room that overlooks the nearby gardens.

One of the many women who cares for him entered, a smile on her face as she brings a large steak meal for him. He doesn’t know what it is, but something about her manner suddenly sets him off. With a flash, he’s at his feet, screaming (more like growling…) with rage. Her eyes go wide, and she stumbles back out.

Her eyes hardly notice the large Lion’s Den sign as she locks the iron gate behind her.