A/N: I don't own it
Idea for the plot from Carmen738, thanks for you suggestion in the reviews of my 'Not My Son!' story.
-NM101
The young cub, crouched low in submission, daring to dart his eyes upwards at the king. He saw Simba give a nod, and he got up slowly. ''Please sir, my mother.'' He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment before blinking them and starting again. ''Zira, she has banished me from my home. I have no place to go, no where to stay. Please may I stay in your pride land?'' He pleaded, and interrupted when he saw Simba open his mouth. ''May I add that I could help you, I know what my mo-, Zira, I know what Zira is plotting and I could help you. Please.'' He added.
Kiara walked up to her father's side and then saw her friend. ''Kovu!'' She gasped happily, butting her head against his neck gently. ''What are you doing here?'' She asked, looking a little taken back.
''He is going to live with us in the pride.'' Simba decided, nodding his head in conformation. ''Now come along,'' he smiled with his eyes not only his mouth. ''What is Zira planning?''