Mates. Something so foreign yet expected. Many leaders were finding their mates, many noblemen and women, so many people were finding mates. Many went on without ever knowing who their mates were so they took what are called "Chosen Mates" so they'd never be alone. Keion sat in his office, drinking some black coffee and working on his computer. Keion was King of the greatest Pride in all of the lands. His pride was so large, he had to separate it across states and countries. Some of his pride lands were in Europe, half of them were in the states, and the rest scattered across the globe. He is a very strong, capable leader. He was truly a man who could want for nothing. Well, almost. Keion felt himself growing restless, his mind wandering to his mate. His other half. Keion sighs, touching his chest. The instincts and pull to take a mate were growing stronger. Even for a king of his virtues and status knew it meant nothing without someone to share it with. After all, what was the point of having all this money and power if he didn't have a mate.

His right hand lion, James, set up a dating profile for Keion but none of the matches interested him. He sighed but looked at his computer. It was nearly mating season and he was setting up a ball to commemorate the newly mated and give those who weren't mated a chance to find their mates. He hoped, perhaps, he himself could find his mate. If not, he would have to take one. Though the idea of a chosen mate didn't sit well with him, what choice did he have? He needed a Queen, and needed heirs.