As the Immoratal Lion King you stand, almost hitting your head on the roof, it's built just large enough, the slave pits worked extra hard to make there lords domicile fitting, they know your ruthless treamtment otherwise. Unlike some sultans your not that into whips and torture, you just like power. THe most satisfing kind is the one you hold, over people, and even the threat. None doubt what you "Could" do, and untile you do they are far more terrified than if you could do no more, thats the key to running your world in fear of the lion.
You push through your main doors, kicking away the "Doorfurs" with disdane. "Bring the king his garments" you growl "I am going to make sure your swine ridden peasents are worthy of such a sultan" They scury off as you stare around your Palace, everything else looks small, and that is so right, the trees were as big as you when you took control, now your massive palace scratches the sky.
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