I was already working on the next chapter so I decided to go ahead and post it. Enjoy!

"Oh my kings! Fire!" yelled Kula, the young light brown lioness' dark green eyes were wide as they starred at the blazing flames.

Artem's mother, Jacqueline looked at the flames, her mind took her back in time. To when she was a teen, a few years younger than when her and her daughter fled their homeland.

Her own home pride was destroyed, forcing her recently widower father to take her and leave. In hopes of finding a new home. On their journey her father had got bitten by a cobra just before a wildfire surrounded them.

Narvi and his father, Kazakh came to their aid riding elephants. The Royal Mjuzi at that time in the Luna Kingdom gave her father some herbs but it wasn't enough to save him only delay his death for a bit.

Her father's death gave her the boast to spend time with Narvi. The black, black mane, dark purple eye prince showed her the kingdom, as a way to ease her heartache. It worked, after a while because from that tour their relationship began to bloom.

The black lioness was knocked out of her bittersweet memories by something wet falling on her head.

"What the..." Jacqueline mumbled as she seen droplets of rain fall.

"It's raining!" cheered Tama, her orange eyes full of awe as her light beige tuff stuck to her head from the rain.

The pride's attention was soon drawn to the top of priderock where battle roars could be heard. Sarabi's eyes widen in fear and worry. She knows Simba could handle this battle but it's her job to worry. Her orange gaze cast down at the feeling of someone rubbing against her to see her daughter.

"Mother, will Simba be okay?"

Starra's orange eyes held concern and worry for her brother. The former queen sighed before giving her goldish daughter a nuzzle.

"I'm sure he will." Sarabi tore her eyes from her daughter to the top of priderock.

'Please Mufasa, let our son be alright'

...

The rain had drenched the fire and after waiting what felt like forever the true king came down the side of priderock. Where he greeted his mother and goldish sister first with a head bump before giving Nala who had joined Sarabi and Starra's sides moments ago a soft, sweet loving nuzzle.

The dark beige lioness smiled as she watched her son take his place as king. It was a dream come true. She proudly roared along with the pride.

Everything is right, but sometimes happy endings don't last long and her name is Gwen.

"You killed Scar!"

Sarabi sighed, so did Asra. Asra finished raising Gwen after she came to Pridelands when Adila escaped Northwind with her own daughter and Gwen.

Gwen was once a sweet, helpful when she was growing up. The white lioness got caught up with Scar and soon the sweet, loving cub was this selfish, hateful and now vengeful lioness. Who gave her brother-in-law a son and is pregnant again with his cub.

"Now Gwen...we don't know that for sure." Asra spoke up for her grandson. Which is the truth, only the kings know what happened on the summit.

Sarabi looked from her mother to her cousin and nodded. Yes Scar did deserve to die and she had the thought to snatch his throat out. But during the time she and Mufasa had with Simba and Starra, they taught them the right and wrong for killing. Simba didn't kill Scar, unless Scar did something to provoke his death.

The younger lioness glared at her aunt. "Shut up you old wrench!"

Everyone gasped before growling at Scar's mate so did Simba.

"I don't know who you are but you have no right to speak to any of the pride like that!"

The white lioness rolled her dark brown eyes. "If you must know, I'm Gwen, your cousin and the mate of King Scar."

Simba was in shock, how could he forget about his big cool cousin. But he over came it. "Well one, Scar wasn't a king by a long shot. Not by looking at this place. Two, I didn't kill my uncle."

Gwen growled."I don't believe that crap!"

Simba closed his eyes before reopening them. "Than I have to ask you to leave."

Gwen's eyes widen, so did Sarabi's and everyone else.

"You can't do that!?"

Sarabi saw her son take a deep breath before the gold lion replied.

"I can and will, unless you plead your loyalty and stop this nonsense."

Sarabi looked from her son to the now also former queen. "Listen to him. You can't possibly raised that cub you're carrying in the Outlands."

Gwen snarled at her. "I don't need your advice. You and your son can just rot like the demons you are..."

"Hey! That's uncalled for, Gwen!" Asra growled at her niece.

Two more lionesses walked over to the assembled group. One of them was Starra who was standing with Uru. The pregnant goldish lioness walked over where she was facing the older lioness.

"Gwen be reasonable. I seen the wounds, there's no way my brother could of killed..."

Gwen whipped her eyes that seemed full of fire and hate to the younger lioness. "How can you defined him!? My mate, who let you live and your bastard siblings! He who made you something other than a dead lion's daughter, is dead because of your brother!"

Starra shook her head. "I don't believe that. Those wounds look like a hyena attack."

At that Zira walked over and chuckled darkly before glaring at the younger female. "Do you really believe that, Starra? The hyenas was my father's loyal subjects! They would never betray him like that!"

Wivu rolled her yellow eyes. "Zira... Gwen, shut up and listen! You're pregnant and have cubs too young to be in the Outlands!" the tan lioness turned to Gwen, "Do you want to risk the life of your unborn cub for something that can be delt with when the time comes? Hmmm..."

Sarabi saw the wheels turning in Zira and Gwen's eyes before the mate and daughter of Scar snarled before bowing.

Simba relaxed and smiled grateful at the two lionesses before turning to his cousins. "I'm sorry about Scar."

Zira and Gwen glared, burning holes into the young king before growling. Everyone let out a sigh of relief as the pale tan lioness and white lioness turned and stalked away.

Unknown to them that the oldest child of the dark prince and his widow queen was forming a cruel, dangerous revenge.

~PP~

The rain had finally stopped after a couple days. As a warm ray of sunshine spread across the kingdom, Simba sat at the peak with a head full of thoughts.

King Simba. It's been a half of a month since he returned and defeated his uncle. But it was still some getting used to to walk to the water hole and be greeted as such by the small amount of animals that slowly returned.

He feels unworthy to maintain the throne let alone recive the love, loyalty and respect of the animals as well as the pride. He knows that the stampede may not have been a accident but he wasn't the one that killed his father. Or at least that's what he wanted everyone to think.

He still was naive enough to not see through the lies and the schemes of Scar. That he followed the dark lion right into his trap. Maybe, if he was smarter, than his father would of still be alive.

A familiar scent of his mother grabbed his attention as she sat besides him. His mother has been truly helpful and the perfect lioness to talk to when he needed advice, such as now.

"I figured you'd be out here."

Simba sighed inward before looking at the dark beige lioness. "I have been doing... I think I have been doing okay since I claimed the throne.. I just want to know what to do now?"

Sarabi took a deep breath. "I want to hope that everything is fine but you need to take precautions. Your next act as King is finding a queen.."