I'm like a lion - I roar. If someone betrays me, I won't be a victim. I don't sulk, I get angry. I go immediately into retaliation. But it always comes from insecurity or pain.

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?

An injured lion still wants to roar.

I was not the lion, but it fell to me to give the lion's roar.

I was quite the spoiled brat. I have quite a temper, obviously inherited from my father, and I became very good at ordering everyone around. I was the princess; the staff were absolutely terrified of me.

I have a tendency to kick it up. I like to rattle the cage.