Merry Christmas! Sorry for any inconvenience with deleting the stories. Felt like starting off fresh. But don't worry, it'll be the last time for this happening.

Now here's the first chapter of Delicate. Enjoy.

The full moon cast a dim light over the swaying grass. Giving a slight shine to the nocturnal vagabonds.

In middle of the savannah, bathed in the dim moonlight was an odd structure. Known to all the inhabitants as priderock.

Out of the main cave walked a heavily pregnant, light beige lioness. Once at the edge of the kopje, the lioness sat and took a intake of breath before letting it out.

Former princess of kingdom, Condona was instantly hit with memories, good and bad. As well as thoughts on her family's situation.

After her parents' death, her older sister was forced to marry the king of a neighboring kingdom. Because the throne was close to be handed to their cousin, who was older and male.

Tears began to fall from the lioness' pale green eyes at the dark memories. The reason why her and sister seeked refugee with the Pridelanders. Her brother in law killed their cousin and her mate. Her cub's father.

Valdimir went mad. There was no choice but to run. For the safety of her nephew and future cub.

"Leila?"

The light beige lioness turned to see the Pridelands queen approaching. Who was also heavily pregnant. "Queen Kiara," Leila bowed. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be resting?"

The golden orange lioness smiled before taking a seat by the light beige lioness and let out a slight laugh. "I could ask you the same thing."

Leila laughed in returned before turning her attention to the twinkling stars. "Ready for tomorrow?"

Kiara sighed deeply before closing her brown eyes and reopened them. "My father and Kovu is so overprotective. That once a week they let me do my queen duties."

Leila didn't know what she could tell the queen to lift her spirits. Instead she slid closer and turned to continue to gaze at the stars.

...

Close to midnight, a lone figure sunk out of the cave on priderock and down the side of the kopje. She cast her pale green eyes around before dashing off into the night.

Across the Pridelands, towards the northern border was where former Queen of Condona, Jamilla was headed. The Outlands were abandoned now since the Outsiders joined with the Pridelanders. No one cared to journey to the Outlands or are too afraid to because beyond the Outlands was the Badlands. A land that is in no better condition than the Great Desert or the Outlands. Different rouge prides inhabited the Badlands, that consintly go to war with the prides to win the honour of being the dominant pride. But one thing that the rogues of the Badlands agreed to, was that trespassers wasn't going to receive a warm greeting.

With the Outlands having no pride, just easy disposable pests there's no reason that the Badlands extended their borders. Which worked well for the former queen.

The creamy beige lioness crossed over the border and headed into the dust cloud. She walked through the Outlands before her ears perked. She stopped and growled,

"Stop following me."

In the opposite direction Jamilla came from a pair of black eyes glowed from the area's sudden darkness before the presence of a mangy black and brown hyena appeared.

"This is not our meeting spot, Morm."

Morm laughed before he limped forward with a scrowl. "The boss is getting impatient."

Jamilla sneered before waving her colorless paw. "Pipe down. I have a plan that not even you could screw up."

"Do tell," Morm laughed.

"Queen Kiara is allowed out for her weekly queen duties tomorrow." Jamilla started to explain as she began to pace. "I'll lead her into a trap. Once she is at the spot, then we'll attack. She'll never even see it coming."

"Genious," Morm chortle with glee. "Pure genious. It was pure genious on your part ma'am to make sure to get close to Queen Kiara and the royal family," Morm said. "They completly trusts you and would never suspect you of working for Lord Valdimir."

"Exactly," the creamy beige lioness said. "Now. I must get back before I'm missed."

After Morm bowed, he and Jamilla went separate ways.