Jason Chandler; Unfortunately both Malka and Nala are complete jerks.
The song used is Alyssa Lies by Jason Michael Carroll. In this chapter we'll get to see how Kiara's abuse started and onwards. So...WARNING; Child Abuse! Hopefully you'll still enjoy.
It's been a week since Zira left. There was a meeting held in the old Lion Guard's lair. Former Queen Sarabi's nephew and the king's best friend, one of his last trustworthy friends, was speaking with the king of the Pridelands on some dire issues.
"I'm not going!"
A light beige lion sighed as he shook his head. "Simba. You're my cousin, my friend and ally but I have to be frank. You must go."
A creamy gold lion nodded before turning to the still sulking golden lion. "Jelani is right, Simba. As king of the Pridelands which is the capital kingdom out of the United Kingdoms you must attend."
Simba snorted before turning away. "I refuse to go and see them happy. When it should of been me that she started a family with. So I. Am. Not. Going!"
Jelani shook his head with a deep breath before moving his orange eyes from his cousin, who was storming out of the den to the creamy gold lion sitting across from him. "Tojo, I am lost. If he's responding like this now image his reaction when I tell him that the council wants him to have a queen, a heir at least..."
Tojo sighed deeply. His blue eyes full of sorrow, among other emotions. While growing up Nala was always around Simba, they were the closest out of the group. And...Malka. He was such a nice cub that always got lost. Now they were asshats. "It's not going to end well."
...
On the fourth week since Zira left to give birth. Simba sat on the peak of priderock, looking over his domain that may not be his much longer. Even though Jelani didn't want to say anything but he told him anyway that the council, a group of old lions and lionesses that band together to make sure that there won't be another rule like Scar's. But what can he do? He's not remotely interested in any of the lionesses. In his pride or the lionesses in his cousin's kingdom, Fallholt.
The golden lion lowered his head and sighed. What he needed was a noble cub that he could raise early on. If he took in a cub...because he don't see his self falling for another lioness that's not Nala...let alone have cubs with them.
Simba's ears perked at the commotion below priderock. He stood and looked over the edge to see that Zira returned. But his tanned furred older cousin wasn't alone. She had a small rich brown cub and a dark brown cub with her.
The lionesses was currently fawning over the newest pride members. With a deep breath, Simba turned to head down the rocky slope. When he reached the bottom he was greeted by the warm smiles of the gathered lionesses.
"My king." Zira bowed her amber eyes on the ground as her small cubs mewed from between her separated paws.
Simba smiled down at the newborn cubs that was currently looking up at him with wide grey and green eyes. He gulped as the newborn male's eyes reminded him of Scar. "They're gorgeous. What are their names?"
Zira lifted her head and smiled at Simba. "The oldest is Cayo..." Simba raised an eye brow which caused Zira to chuckled lightly at the younger lion's expression. "I know that it may be a male's name but she's a joy to me."
Simba smiled down at the rich brown female cub. "I'm sure she is." then he turned his orange eyes to the small brown male who cuddle against his mother's paw. "And this young lad?"
"Kovu." Zira beamed before shaking her head at the mortified look on Simba's face. "Wait! I will never forgive Scar for what he did to Uncle Mufasa...or to you. But when he said you were dead...it hurted. But even though he didn't treat me, Kula, Nuka or Jesús well but he was there when I was grieving. And I will be grateful for that."
Simba understood. He may not actually like the idea but the cub wasn't his. "Well...he does look like his grandfather."
A twelve month old brownish teen growled as he narrowed his amber eyes on the king. Simba cleared his throat and went to apologise but a blue feathery figure apporching caught the king's attention.
"Sire! The cheetah leader, Thresh wish to speak with you."
Simba sighed deeply before dipping his head towards his majordomo. "Lead the way." After taking one last glance at the Zira who was looking away, he groaned before running after the blue hornbill.
~TC~
Malka was aggravated and annoyed with everyone. The golden orange lion had done poorly on the afternoon border patrol. Causing the younger, amateur recruit Thorn to pick up the slack. Not to mention the current problem he was in.
Malka is so focused on how to turn around the fact that he has a daughter when his father wants mainly males for his army. Malka was so content on not letting his father down that he couldn't focus on the task or problems from the subjects. Instead, earlier in the morning he sent a pregnant zebra galloping, crying. He could care less about the crying but still...
If it wasn't for that damn Kiara.
So when the princess ran into her father, her youthful brown eyes full of excitement of seeing her dear father. It wasn't going to be good.
Malka snarled at the happy cub and before Kiara knew it. The cub went sliding across the dusty ground. Malka looked at his paw with not a regretful look or feeling. No. He felt loose. As he had found a way to let out all his pint up frustration and anger.
With a sadistic smile the Mountain kingdom heir approached his daughter with a pleased smile. Kiara looked up at her father with wide shocked eyes that slowly turned into fear.
"You're going to be very useful to daddy." Malka purred before striking his daughter.
...
The sun had started to set casting beautiful colours across the sky. Kiara limped home, her beautiful fur marvelled with scarlet blood. Sherise was the first to greet her cousin and best friend.
"Kiara, what happened?" the dark brown cub asked concern and fear in her dark purple eyes.
Kiara saw her father glaring daggers at her before he headed into the den that was built into a mountain base. Kiara gulped before looking at her friend.
"Nothing happened...I um...I tripped and fell...t...that's it! Come on...it's time for bed."
Sherise sadly watched her friend head up to the royal cave before pinning her ears and headed for her family cave. Where she was greeted by her mother.
"Sweetie, why the long face?"
Sherise looked around before looking at the dark cream lioness. "Mommy, something is going on. Kiara came limping back with a whole bunch of bruises. I think Uncle Malka gave her those."
Sena frowned. She didn't like to see her little girl cry but what could she do? Sena nuzzled her daughter before sighing.
"I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe she fell or something."
Sherise frowned at her mother before running to her side of the cave.
...
My little girl met a new friend just the other day
On the playground at school
Between the tires and the swings
But she came home with tear-filled eyes
Sherise watched as Kiara limped towards her with new batch of bruises. Mheetu even has a few. But not as much as his sister. And frankly Sherise was more concerned about Kiara.
"What happened to you?!"
"I-I fell...No! I tripped!"
Sherise pinned her ears as the princess cleaned her wounds to hide the bruises.
And she said to me, "Daddy, Alyssa lies"
Well I just brushed it off at first
'Cause I didn't know how much my little girl had been hurt
Or the things she had seen
I wasn't ready when I said you can tell me
And she said "Alyssa lies to the classroom
Alyssa lies everyday at school
Alyssa lies to the teachers
As she tries to cover every bruise