You were the daughter of King Crimson and lioness Tavern. You were a young cub with both naivety and grace as you would one day ascend the throne. As Tavern is licking you clean, Crimson strides over to the both of you as he watches. Tavern stopped her cleaning and looked up at her husband with a knowing look, he always came to bother you both when he needed something.

Tavern: “What is it, darling?”

Crimson: “I’m taking our cub to the grasses, I don’t think I need to explain further.”

Tavern rolled her eyes and nudged her paw on your head, moving you closer to him. Crimson nodded and walked with you to the grasses, finally settling on a rock.

Crimson: “My cub, one day you’ll take the throne and become the ruler of all of this.”

The view of herds of animals and a beautiful horizon blind your eyes.