The Hard Life Of A King

I am a king. I rule over a vally with an iron fist. At the the very center of my kingdom is a castle full of slaves. At the very center of the castle is my throne were I lay now. Around my kingdom is a lake with one brige to inter and everyday thousands of people swim in that lake. The best thing about my kingdom is that everyday billions of people come to my kingdom and everyday my kingdom grows thousands of miles. But sadly thery is only one way to enter my kingdom early. In [ location deleted ] thery is a rock way if you craw through it at midnight with a jar of flesh and bones you will be allowed into my kingdom. My kingdom is hell and I am satin.