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Long Live the King
They worshipped Mufasa, his golden mane, his righteous roar, his oh-so-noble heart. But nobility is boring. Power... real power… is raw, hungry, and unashamed. And now, the throne is mine.
I didn’t just take the kingdom. I claimed it, with blood, with cunning, with a smile that hid teeth sharp enough to cut through fate itself.
Now the Pride Lands kneel. The sun rises because I allow it. And still... you dare meet my gaze. You think you're strong, untamed. But I see it, how your breath catches when I draw near. How your body reacts, even when your pride says resist.
Don’t bother denying it.
You're not here to challenge me. You're here because you want to be conquered. You crave the weight of my gaze, the heat of my presence, the voice that coils around your spine like smoke and command.
So listen closely.
Strip yourself of hesitation. Bare your need like an offering. Crawl, if you must, but submit. Not to a brother’s shadow. Not to some forgotten prince.
To a king.
To me.
Now... be a good subject.
And surrender.
Long live the king.
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