PROLOGUE
Simba let out a sigh of relief. Scar had been killed, and Zira banished to the outlands with the rest of her ratty pride. Now he could focus on the best part of his life; his newly crowned queen.
"Nala, it's time to do the daily rounds! Are you coming with me? Nala?" He looked around the cave and was suddenly slammed into and knocked to the ground.
"Pinned ya!" Simba struggled to get away. But, really, he was fine spending the rest of life next to Nala, in their cave alone, and he had no real reason to rush away.
"Get offa me! It's time to go, are you coming or not?" Simba said as he wriggled out from under her. She looked at him with her playful blue eyes.
"Aw come on, don't you like to have a little fun sometimes? Or are you too busy being the King of the Pride lands? Of course I'm coming with ya." Nala replied with a spark in her eyes. "You are MY King of the Pride lands, after all."
"And you're my Queen." He responded, and Nala's playful gleam turned into a romantic glow. "I'll race you to the Watering Hole, just to prove that I can have a little fun." He started out of the cave while holding Nala back with his tail.
"Hey no fair! Cheater!" She easily caught up and skidded down the rock.
And with that they raced off, tails and hearts entwined.
