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Simba had never really planned on being king, except when he was little. As soon as his father died, he'd decided it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. He'd also never planned on being raised by a warthog and meerkat. They'd usually be his food but instead, his two dads raised him. He never thought he'd get assaulted by a crazy baboon but it was a life lesson he'd needed. He never imagined he'd marry his best friend, Nala. He was glad he did, she was the most gorgeous lioness in the pride lands. He'd never dreamt he'd exile Scar or his disciples but it had to be done. Especially after they backed him and the hyenas as they took over pride rock, destroyed the land, broke the circle of life, and killed Mufasa. Simba never thought he'd be able to forgive those who had been banished, especially not the youngest of their pride, little Kovu. He also never thought he'd see the day his daughter would marry Kovu but it came, as all other things had. Much to Simba's surprise, much to his astonishment, all things came, in time. Even things he'd vowed against, some he welcomed, some he regretted, they came to pass. And now, as Simba looked back on his well lived life, he smiled, a toothy smile. Sleeping in the pride rock where his father once had, beside his beautiful wife and best friend Nala. Near him lay his daughter and son-in-law Kiara and Kovu. Ever watchful over the curious Kiara lay Timon, Zazu, and Pumbaa, sleeping softly. Kopa and Vitani were near their siblings but nearer each other. Old Rafiki was off in his tree not a far distance from pride rock. And the rest of the dimly lit cave were his pride, lionesses young and old, dark and light, from Scar's followers and Mufasa's. All were here together in peace and harmony, united under Simba's golden rule. And as he rose, giving his red mane a shake in the color painted dawn, he remembered, as his father had told him to.
