Hello, hello, hello! I'm quite back with working on Lion King fanfiction. I forgot who the kind reader was that suggested/requested a Simba x Zira story. But this for you, it's not quite the same pairing you asked for but the idea of the story is the same, with more or less twists and turns.

Now onwards, enjoy.

Prologue: Abandoned

The warm sun sat high in the bright sapphire sky. Across the rolling blades of lush green grass stood a historical monument, priderock. Walking out of one of the caves on the kopje was the king of the magnificent kingdom, the Pridelands.

The golden lion shook his large red mane loose of any knots or pebbles that may have been gathered the night before. With a deep breath, King Mufasa turned his amber eyes out to the gold tainted savannah in time to catch sight of his younger brother by the glinting waterhole. With a intake of breath, Mufasa headed down to stone slope.

Animals of all kinds made bid him 'good morning' along with a bow to show their respect. Mufasa gave a nod before walking down the dirt path towards the waterhole.

"Good morning, brother."

The lanky built rich brown, black maned lion groaned before looking up with irritated green eyes. "What do I owe the pleasure of your presence?"

Mufasa scowled before glaring. "Trust me, brother. I didn't want to be here. I still can't get over what you have done to the Guard. Our friends..."

"Pfft. Your friends. Thresh and Aaron were your friends along with the other annoying two."

Mufasa narrowed his eyes as he growled lowly. "You're only saying that because they refused to go along with your plans." Mufasa took a deep breath. "Regardless. I made a promise to mother and I'm here to keep it. No matter how disgusted I am."

Scar wasn't the bit insulted. Instead his lips curve back in a smirk. "That's not what I got when you came crying months ago when I missed your hairball's presentation."

Mufasa gasped before growling. "It was your responsibility as my brother to be there. No matter how much I think vile of you. Now, let's get this over with. You're joining me for my morning rounds. Let's go."

Scar stood at attention before bowing, in a mocking matter. "Yes, of course your majesty."

Mufasa glared before following after his brother who had already started to walk away from the waterhole.

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Heavy breathing went through the hot air of the dry desert. The ones that dared to cross the barring heated, sandy terrain was two lions, one just reaching his second year and the other over four years. The young pale cream, dark brown mane lion kept moving his blue eyes behind him as he followed the older tawny yellow, faded brown maned lion. The young lion stopped walking and placed a small newborn cub on the cracked ground before looking up.

"Jengo, are you sure about this?" the young lion asked with uncertainty in his voice.

The older lion stopped and glared with hazel eyes. "Alex, yes. If we want the throne then we have to get rid of the heir."

Alexander lowered his head. They have already gotten rid of the king and queen. It was the last thing he would ever want to do, after all the king was his own brother. But Jengo threatened the life of his son, even if said four month cub was his own grandcub. The deep voice of his father-in-law brought Alexander out of his thoughts.

"You stay here. I'll take her to the across."

Alexander quickly shook his head. "No. I'll do it." he may be following Jengo and trusting him to a length but trusting his niece's life with Jengo is foolish. After all he did rough her up a bit already. Alexander knows that it would be best to kill her but he couldn't find the stomach to do it. So if his niece was taken in now, she wouldn't know that she's royalty and the heir to the throne of one of the mountain territories, Ravenfall.

With a deep breath, Alexander picked up his niece and ran across the hot desert towards the dusty, barren nomad lands.

When Alexander felt grass under his paws, he started to look for any signs of a pride. That was until he spotted a rocky structure in the distance. Alexander instantly realized that he was in the Pridelands. His brother and him once came to visit but that was before his brother became king and now deceased sister-in-law came to kingdom. So they wouldn't know who his niece was.

Alexander looked around before making a quick dash into the kingdom. The pale cream lion got to a bush that was pretty close to a river, close enough for him anyway. He didn't want to to get caught trespassing, Alexander placed his niece in the greenery before turning and running full speed towards the desert, the last thing that entered his mind as he reached the desert, was that he hoped a member of the pride finds the cub first.