@dashingmenofauradon is getting a starter cause...well...bwahahahahahaha
Only Zira could look smug while sitting in a holding cell -- already the other members of her pride (as well as her children) had been rounded up in preparation for their transport to ‘the Isle’. Of course, there was one extra among their numbers -- a cub that belonged not to her, but the King of the Pridelands. Not that King Adam’s men would know that. How very...fortunate for her plans.
And her fortune, it seemed, just kept on coming. As she had heard the talk among the High King’s guards. It seemed King Adam and his new bride believed death to be too easy for those that had wronged the ‘heroes’ of these lands. He’d rather they be imprisoned for all eternity, forced to live with their deeds. Silly man. Did he not see how that would eventually backfire? How all he was doing was giving them a second chance to see them all crushed beneath their feet?
Especially since this new proclamation meant the true king of the Pridelands was about to be returned to her and the rest of his pride.
Fixing her nephew with a ‘cat that ate the canary’ grin, Zira moved towards the bars that separated them. “Looking forward to seeing your dear uncle, again? I know I am...”








