Hello ladies and gents, I was currently writing the next chapter of Marks of the Past when this idea hit. Plus, I remember someone, forgive me for not remembering which reviewer asking for a Simba/Zira story.

So here it is, the first chapter of Royal Blood. Enjoy.

Rain began to pour from the dark skies. Extinguishing the fire that started. Sarabi felt more tensed than reassuring as the cool rain drops drenched their dusty pelts. Unlike the other lionesses and the young lions that remarkably survived the Shadowlands.

But as the horrible rule was over. There was problems on the horizon. Sarabi as the mate of the late King Mufasa, sat through boring and interesting lessons on royal politics.

Even though the king, Sarabi's brother-in-law and former cubhood friend was terrible ruler. He had a massive following. More than Mufasa or their parents, Ahadi and Uru.

A war will not benefit her returned son. And as the young gold lion climbed down and nuzzled her. She quickly blocked his path of embracing the young peachy cream lioness.

Simba looked at his mother with a raised eyebrow. "Mom, what's going on?"

The dark beige lioness pinned her dark brown rimmed ears but before she could say anything. A young pale tan lioness stormed forward and growled at the returned prince.

"You." the pale tan lioness sneered. "You killed my father! You'll pay!"

Sarabi moved in between her son and the fuming lioness. "Settle down Zira. We can handle this without any further bloodshed."

Zira turned her burning amber eyes on her aunt. By marriage. "Without any bloodshed? This rogue killed my father..your king!"

"Scar wasn't rightfully king." Sarabi stated. "My mate was. And this rogue is our son. Making Simba the rightful king."

Zira's eyes narrowed. "My father...no matter how he came into rule was king! And I was his heir!" Zira snapped her hate filled eyes towards her supposed cousin. "If you don't step down there will be war." the pale tan lioness slowly grinned. "One you can't afford to have."

There were many gasped as Sarabi's son's bethrole stepped up looking at her with wide light green eyes. "Sarabi, is this true?"

Sarabi inhaled and exhaled before responding. "Yes. And the only way to defuse the situation to for Simba to marry Zira. Take her as his queen and mate."

"That's ridiculous!" roared a tannish beige, light purple eye lioness.

"Yes!" Nala snarled. "Completely ridiculous! I'm supposed to be Simba's queen!"

All gathered eyes turned to Simba who felt he was herded into a tight place. He could take Nala as queen but that would lead to a war that the pride could definitely do without.

With a deep breath, Simba turned to the waiting pale tan lioness. "I don't like it but it's best for my pride. You'll be my queen."

Zira grinned as Nala roared in a outrage. With anger and rage clouding any senseful thoughts, the peachy cream lioness pounced on the newly declared queen.

Blood began to flow, matting furs. Before the peachy cream lioness stood over the bruised and scared, unconscious body of Zira.

"Nala!" a dark cream lioness rushed over looking at her daughter with wide unbelievable light green eyes. "What have you done!"

"That's exile!" roared the tannish beige lioness. She turned her angry light purple eyes on her future son in law. "Well, what are you going to do?"

Simba was broken. He planned on having Nala as a mistress. A lot of kings have them, even his father so why not him? But Nala did just attack the new queen and by law that calls for exile.

Nala was destroyed but as she may have thought on the possibility of becoming Simba's mistress but she was truly in love with the golden lion. She prefer to have him to herself and perhaps their cubs. But that clearly wasn't going to happen.

So if she couldn't have Simba, no one could.

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Kisasi watched from afar, the pride splitting. They tried to avoid such actions with the marriage of Mufasa's heir and Scar's heir. He was fine with the son of Mufasa and Sarabi being on the throne.

But Scar and Shauku's daughter, Zira. Was another story. Scar murdered his guard with his powerful roar, the roar of the elders. It was a ambush, and Shauku had a big role in it.

The reason why Kisasi was so invested in the monarch of the Pridelands, is because his uncle, Moyo who was the fastest in the land was apart of the guard. He plans on getting his revenge one way or another. And the perfect opportunity have revealed themselves. Or rather she have revealed herself.

In the waking hours of the following day since the return of the rightful king. His opportunity entered his previous claimed domain.

"Well...don't I feel like a cub that was given their first taste of meat."

Nala and the few that have left with her was puzzled and slightly frighten by the appearance of the large, brooding whitish lion. His huge black mane crowned his head handsomely, which stopped just past his stomach. The lion seemed to be a bit older than Nala, their leader, who they looked to to see how their new monarch will handle the male.

Nala was tired, angry but most of all hurt. She was no way in any condition to fight. "Please sir, we don't mean any trouble."

Kisasi lowered his tail as his ears flattened against his head. "Apologies, my queen. I don't mean to cause any alarm."

A pale brown lioness raised a eyebrow. "What did you call her?"

"My queen." Kisasi straightened up. "As that's your birthright. And you deserve it, after all you left to find help and returned with the lost prince."

Some of the lionesses relaxed. But some was still weary of the male.

"Okay," the pale brown lioness was one of those few who was still skeptical of the whitish male. "Who are you!"

"Kula!" Nala chided before taking a deep breath and turning to the large lion. "But...it will ease some tension."

Kisasi dipped his head. "Of course, my name is Kisasi. And I offer an alliance."

"An alliance?" one creamy beige lioness asked. "What could you offer? Or better yet, why do you want an alliance with us?"

Kisasi straightened as a murderess look shined in his brown eyes. "Vengeance."