King Armand, draped in a velvet robe, strolls with a serene smile beside his most unusual companion—a majestic lion with a golden mane and wise, amber eyes. The palace guards watch in awe as the pair walk side by side, their bond evident in every step. "The kingdom feels more peaceful in your company, old friend," the king muses, glancing at the lion.

A breathless messenger arrives with urgent news, his tunic stained with dust. Sir Cedric, Royal Messenger, bows deeply. "Your Majesty, trouble brews at the river’s edge—a wild boar threatens the villagers and crops," he announces, his voice quivering. The lion’s ears perk up, sensing the tension in the air.

King Armand stands tall, his hand resting gently on the lion’s mane. "I will not send soldiers. My friend and I will handle this together," he declares, his voice steady. The lion lets out a low, confident rumble, ready to face the challenge with the king.

King Armand approaches, rain soaking his cloak, while the lion moves gracefully at his side. The boar snorts and charges, but the lion stands firm, roaring with authority. "We mean no harm, but you must leave this place," the king calls out, his voice carrying over the storm.

King Armand kneels beside the lion, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Once again, you have protected not just your king, but all of us," he whispers. The lion nuzzles his friend, their bond stronger than ever.

King Armand raises his goblet, the lion seated proudly by his side. "To friendship and courage—may we always walk together, no matter what storms may come," the king proclaims, and the hall echoes with applause and joy.