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Simba slept without fear. The royal prince of the Pride Lands was well guarded in his palace, especially his bedroom. So his senses failed him when the door cracked open ever so slightly.

A small green python slithered silently into the room and onto the bed. There was the prince laying on his back without any covers. So peaceful, so adorable, so… vulnerable.

The serpent slowly slithered around the lion boy’s belly before reaching his neck. The snake was extra careful to coil twice around the throat before exerting his grip bit by bit.

Simba slept obliviously until he took in another breathe and opened his eyes as exhaling became immensely strained. A particularly tight squeeze made his eyes shoot open with a wheeze.

Panic woke him wide up and got his hands to feel the scaly noose griping his neck. “Guards, quickly!” He would have cried out. “I can’t breathe!” At least he might’ve if he could breath but another squeeze took care of that.

Simba had always grown up on stories of royal assassinations from his father surviving poisoned dinner to his mother being led into quicksand. They sounded so cool but now? Now that he was feeling his vision blur from the need for oxygen, he now understood what it meant to be royalty.

Perhaps too late. Unless somebody entered his room at that exact moment.