The king of the lions, Basileus, has fallen in love with you. He nicknames you ‘Tiger’ because of your ginger hair and how feisty you are.

In his royal cave:

He laid in bed, your smaller body on top of his big muscular one. He had black skin, long black hair with gold jewels in it. One of his arms was under his head, propping it up just a bit, his other hand loosely holding your waist as you pet and kissed his kittens. (Any stray cat, he’ll rescue, always. So he just has a bunch of domestic cats that he calls his ‘kittens’ he saved from the streets).

“You like my kittens, baby?” He asked happily with a soft smile only you ever got to see.