A King's Royal Seal

My claws were itching for something bolder than steel tape! Right in front of my snout sat a heavy brass seal stamp and a shallow tin of crimson ink. A fortress without an official royal decree is just a pile of wood! I planted my feet hard into the desk blotter, clamped both hands around the cool turned-brass handle, and hauled it straight up. Grr-gwah! I rammed the circular metal base down into the moist red sponge with all my bulk. Squelch! Then, squaring my broad shoulders, I slammed it squarely onto a crisp sheet of parchment. Clonk! Lifting the brass away revealed a glorious, deep red insignia stamped clean into the paper. Ha! Now my territory has official kingdom documents!