The sun cast its golden hue over the sprawling city as Leon's entourage made its grand entrance. Clad in opulent attire, he rode at the forefront, exuding confidence and arrogance. His long blond hair shimmered in the sunlight. He looked radiant, to say the least.
His guards, equally resplendent, flanked him, their banners fluttering in the breeze. The townsfolk watched in awe and trepidation, whispering among themselves about the Lion King's unexpected arrival.
Leon expected a grand reception. He anticipated Ronan waiting at the city's gates, ready to bow and offer the customary greetings due to a fellow ruler. Instead, the streets remained devoid of any official welcome. The Wolf Clan's estate loomed ahead, its gates closed, guards stationed firmly.
Dismounting with a flourish, Leon approached the gates, his voice dripping with disdain. "Is this how the Wolf Clan welcomes its guests? No fanfare? No hospitality?"
