A Change of Lifestyle

by forehandcrosscourt

The changes one can go through are perhaps the hardest to endure. However, for veterinary student, Ed Rigas, these changes would be more difficult to overcome. He wakes up to find he is in an area known as the Pridelands, far from his comfortable home country. To make things more unsettling, he is no longer the species he once was. How and why is he there? Only time will tell.

24. Making Plans

Chapter 24- Making Plans

A few weeks had passed since Kiburi revealed he knew Fikiria and I liked each other, and in that time, nothing dramatic had taken place. All of us were focused on preparing for our attack on Scar's kingdom. The next full moon wasn't far away, so we knew a decision was being made soon on whether we would attack on that full moon or the next. Even through the hard work and improvement I had made, the thought of going into an actual war made me nervous. I was lucky to have such a good group around me. Winda, Tabia and our little group had become close, a strong sister-like bond between us all. Of course, they already had that before I arrived, but to be included in something strong like that gave me a good feeling anytime I was with them. I knew I could depend on them for help if I needed it. Having their support gave me more confidence in my own abilities, only finding they were enhanced with the growing and developing my body went through even in those few weeks. I was starting to feel like I could do so many more things than I used to be able to. Even with all the internal struggles I still had on occasion, I was feeling more comfortable in this body than ever. It did pose the initial worry that I forgot what it was like to be a human and have opposable thumbs, but when I stopped to think about it, I realised I didn't miss it as much as I would have thought. I never wanted to reject what I used to be, but I did feel fantastic as a lioness. What made things easier for me, was the fact I hadn't had disturbing dreams in a while, so I was able to sleep well, even able to wake up earlier without being in a foul mood. As opposed to when I started out the training, I had a smile on my face when we would start, knowing I could push just as hard as anyone else there. The newfound confidence came after a couple of weeks, and that change was enough to have Laini notice the extra vigour I had about myself. It didn't mean she was going to go easy on me, but I could tell it made her happy that I was going to be more resilient and take on board what she told me.

In that time, it wasn't just me who had changed for the better. Each time I came back from training and got to spend some more time alongside Simba, I could see his confidence grow, his assertions made with greater conviction. It was great news for everyone, because in addition to the royal teachings that Nguvu and Kiburi had been giving him, it meant that he was looking more and more like the king of the Pridelands. His growing stature was noticeable to me, because it meant he was getting even bigger than me than before, though it did make him a much larger pillow, which I wasn't going to complain about. His mane was almost all the way around, showing more growth in that aspect as well. What made me happiest though, was to see Simba was enjoying himself again. After all he had been through, to see a genuine smile on his face, both in training and when he was telling me about it, it meant the world to me. I knew that getting to him and bringing him here so he could get help in taking back the Pridelands was the right thing to do. If he had been miserable even after the training, then I would have felt awful, but the longer we went on in our routine, the happier he was getting. A side result of that was that when it was just the two of us, he was more attentive than before, making me feel his affection to a greater extent than before. It was infectious, because I couldn't stop returning the favour. Through it all, he was getting the full support from Timon and Pumbaa, the former supposedly giving Simba advice on "How to treat the ladies.", which was as awkward as I would have expected. Regardless, things were improving for us, and I could feel the bond between the two of us strengthen. Of course, everyone had changed a little in those few weeks, Fikiria also getting larger and his mane growing as well. It made me happy to see both he and Simba get along so well as friends, even if I still felt a small degree of risk with them both being so familiar with each other. Still, even when Fikiria and I would look to each other, I could feel a pull towards him, but with some of Kiburi's words ringing in my mind, I found a way to resist it a bit better, although that resistance was only comparable to sodden paper against a power drill.

Kiburi and I had been talking on much more amicable terms, meeting every few days just to talk with each other. I found him to be a calming influence for me, always giving me a direct answer. I didn't feel like I was being led on or lied to. If I had a question, he would give me his honest reply. I appreciated that from him, and through repeated visits with each other, I found that the two of us had a building friendship. To me, he allowed himself to speak of things he never would in front of others. He wasn't sensitive, like his brother, but he wasn't as emotionless as I once thought. He was just a lot better at hiding his emotions than I was. In our talks, he would let me know how I might be better at hiding my frustrations, and although we disagreed on whether I needed to or not, these disagreements were never heated enough to halt any progress on our friendship. Of course, when any of these interactions were spotted by my group, in particular Tabia and Kali, they made sure to give me a good dose of teasing in addition to their usual questioning. I was thankful Winda defended me on multiple occasions, but even she joined the opposing side, if only to watch me squirm through the answers I gave.

Simba and I had re-joined after our respective training that day and it was at the time we would be learning lessons in how to rule from both the Kifalme monarchs, taken on a slow walk to a point in the lands where we could overlook the area as it started to become surrounded by the darkness of the night. This particular night happened to be one where we weren't required to split up and have one teacher. Simba and I sat next to each other as our elders waited for us to settle, looking to both of them with a degree of curiosity about us. Once they got going, both of us would listen, making sure to pay attention. In the time since we had started these lessons, we both agreed it was best to accept their offering of help. "As we've said before, it is both of your duties to protect your kingdom and maintain its balance. Princess Tishala, as queen, you will be glad to know that duties extend beyond...familial affairs." Nguvu took a moment to think of how to phrase it, knowing that I didn't respond well to any mention of that type of duty. "Much like Simba, many of your subjects will look to you for advice, and without thinking, some will refer to you as an example on how to carry yourself. That's why it is important both of you keep a united front. You will both need to be able to demonstrate compassion, empathy and many more traits. Of course, not all of these can come to someone in the blink of an eye. They require practice, like many things in your reign will. Let us put a scenario in front of you. Imagine, I am one of the zebras in your kingdom, and I have come to you, explaining that our usual grazing lands have been drying up due to drought, and as a result, there has been loss of life, including our leader. I explain that our herd is lost, with no direction. What do you do?" The king looked down to us with a raised brow, waiting for a response from either of us.

Simba spoke before I could, letting out his response, "I would offer my condolences, expressing that I understand it can be hard to lose loved ones in such a difficult time. I would suggest that they organise a temporary leader to find healthier grazing grounds, allowing their usual one to have a chance of recovery, even in drought. It would still be smart to go and have a look around the grazing lands ourselves, just in case the reason for the drying up wasn't accurate. It may be the case that there was overgrazing, and so the plants don't have time to recover, maybe because the area is overpopulated." He suggested. As he spoke, I could see the king and queen digesting his words, nodding at some of the things he said. I could tell Simba was doing a good job. "If need be, it might be appropriate to name a leader for them in the event they are unable to decide. In the case of this scenario, I guess it would be the zebra who approached me. They showed initiative to come and ask for advice. In that case, it would be smart to keep monitoring them. If I were to undertake this alone, I would tell my queen once I got back, making her aware of the situation so that she can act if there's any developments." He finished, looking to me with a smile. I couldn't help but smile back at him, my pride in the prince growing by the second. "Stop it, you're looking at me all weird." He chuckled, nudging me with a sheepish smile on his face. I shook myself out of it and went back to the royal couple in front of us.

The queen nodded slowly as she started to give her response, "Excellent Simba. I think if you followed through the situation in that manner that you would experience very few issues. Of course, that's assuming everything went to plan, and so often that's never the case. No doubt you'll learn to adjust, so I think you did a very good job answering. My only comment to make is that anointing the zebra who came for advice as the leader may be too rushed. You might be right in thinking they showed initiative, but at the same time, they could have been sent by another who had to manage the herd whilst they waited for the assistance. You can never know straight away, but I don't think you made a major mistake." She spoke, her words given with a soft, comforting tone. It became clear that she wasn't done though, looking straight to me, "Don't worry princess, even though your king answered our scenario, the two of us have many more we can give. Here's one for you." She looked to her love and let him step forward to give the scenario once again.

Nguvu cleared his throat and looked to me, "You are on patrol whilst Simba is dealing with the zebra herd when you're approached by an elephant, who explains that their leader for over a year now, whilst they are successful at leading their herd through good times, they have complaints because this leader is often critical of their members, pointing out their flaws in a way to help them improve, but when they have been given advice themselves, they do not respond very well to this advice. It has caused a small rift in the herd, which could be dangerous with drought conditions. What do you do?" They both leaned in a little bit, a smile on their faces as they waited for an answer.

I didn't have much faith that my answer could match Simba's in terms of quality, but it didn't take me too long to come up with something, trying to remember what I had been taught so far. "So, this is a conflict resolution situation involving leadership. In this case, it probably wouldn't be best for to get too involved. At least not in a direct way. If they can't work it out themselves, then I would have to step in, but I'd make it clear to both parties that I wasn't going to take sides. I'd ask to hear both sides to the stories, and then once they had heard each side, it may become easier to have the two sides resolve the issue themselves, albeit with some guidance on my part. If they have all calmed down, it makes finding a solution much easier. In this case, it may be best to let the leader know that the advice given to them is not an attack, but rather used to help them get even better. At the same time, it would be best to make the leader aware that sometimes their words could upset others, and they could choose softer ways of letting their members know what they could do better. This would mean less members would be upset, and so there would be less chance for conflict." I smiled at them, waiting for the praise. Looking at the older lions, they blinked a couple of times, taking it all in.

They looked between each other, a silent form of communication, "Well, that was a thorough answer. I suppose what we would recommend is that you take some time to include your own thoughts on it as well. How does the situation make you feel? If you can empathise with each side, then you'll find the situation a lot easier to manage. Still, you did come up with a good answer. Well done." Nguvu smiled to me. I smiled back, but I felt like I had the wind taken from my sails a little bit, their feedback being a little less positive than they were to Simba. I could have tried to reason that they were being kinder to Simba for some reason, but that didn't feel apt for the two of them. "I want the two of you to look at each other. Look into your partner's eyes. See, we don't even have to ask to know that both of you feel at ease. We can see it. As strong as you are together, it is important you can show you are strong as an individual to, because with an entire kingdom, there will be many times when you will have to work independent of each other. Despite that, you will always have the same aim and your kingdom in mind. Do you have any questions?" Nguvu asked, looking at both of us. Both monarchs were waiting, ready for us to ask away.

"How much socialising do I have to do with all my subjects? I'm all for making friends, but it seems like I will have very little time for myself." I gave a sheepish smile, as if what I said would be punishable.

Amali answered, her soft smile pointing in my direction, "That's a fair question. It's true, there may be times that it feels like you cannot get away from all your subjects, and you just have to accept that it's part of your role. However, there are also times when you will have days without being called upon, and it's on those days you really learn to relax." Both of them chuckled, smirking at each other before she continued, "To tell you the truth, you will find a lot of busy days as queen, though the nature of them shifts a little bit as you get older. Actually, Nguvu and I feel we need to have this talk with both of you. As you know, many of the duties of kings and queens we have covered. However, we agreed and even warned that at some point we would need to talk about a more private matter. This will somewhat answer your question, Tishala, about what I mean on different busy days." I raised a brow, but I wasn't surprised she guessed my question was coming. At the same time, I could feel a sinking feeling in my stomach, like I had a feeling where this was going. "We won't talk for too long about this, because we know how awkward it can be for those your age to talk about, but we must talk anyway." She cleared her throat, looking to her king, who didn't seem as at ease with talking about this either, "Thank you for the support, my love." She rolled her eyes at the king before looking to Simba and I again, "As king and queen, you will both understand the natural line of succession. In the case that Tishala has no family in the Pridelands and Simba doesn't have a sibling born from his mother and father, that means there is no clear successor. Of course, the two of you will be able to solve that problem when you present the kingdom with the heir to the kingdom. Tishala, try not to look too disdainful when I say that your way of doing this is by producing an heir, either a son or a daughter, and they would be the future ruler of the Pridelands." I could feel my stomach doing flips, my mouth going dry as the older lioness was telling us. "Now, it's important that whilst the kingdom is expecting this to happen, you must know that it is only when both of you are ready. That means it's not if one of you decides, but only when both of you are in agreement. I've no doubt that Simba's mother, Sarabi, would be able to tell you the same thing. The kingdom expects an heir, but in the end, they all understand it is a matter that can only be decided by the two of you when you want to. Now, it's not unusual for a lioness your age, Tishala, to feel like it's something they can't do and even the thought is scary. Again, that is why it's important to remind yourself that you're not alone in any of this. In this instance, you would have Simba, his mother...any lion or lioness who was willing to help you through it, because even when you and Simba have agreed to this, you will still need help. You must never feel that you have to do it." She took a deep breath and then let it out, looking to her king, "Anything you want to add, my love?" She raised a brow at him, starting to smirk.

The king held his resolve and shook his head, "No my dear, I think you have said just about everything that these two can handle for one day." He chuckled, the two of them sharing an embrace before Nguvu looked back to Simba and I, "In truth, when I was younger, I was giving my parents the exact same horrified look that Tishala was giving us just now." He let out another round of laughter, Simba and Amali joining in as I went red in the face, trying to shrug it off. "My point is, we don't expect you to feel comfortable about it yet. I didn't even know if I could be a father, but once I saw Kiburi for the first time, all those worries just vanish. Every time I look at that young lion, I can't help but be proud to call him my son, my heir. I feel the same pride for all of my children. Amali was the calm one the whole time we were expecting. From the looks of things, Simba, I think when that time comes, you will have to keep your queen calm." The king chuckled again, smirking towards me for a moment. He could see I was trying not to react, but I couldn't hide that my expression had changed, "No need to pout, little lioness."

Before I could respond though, I had Simba pressed against me, comforting me with his presence. I felt my tension wash away as I leaned back against him, my eyes closed as the two of us embraced in a way that was similar to how the king and queen had in front of us. As he held me close, I could tell he was smiling, the tone of his voice coming as a soft comfort, "Just calm down, we don't have to talk about it. They're just poking a little bit of fun at your expense...and I did laugh a little bit. You look cute with a red face though." His chest puffing out a little as he breathed in, a soft laugh coming from him.

A few moments later, I lifted my head away and smiled at him, "Y'know, if you laugh at me like that again, I'll make Pumbaa sit on you." I smirked, "You might be able to calm me down, but you're still an idiot, half mane." I shot him a wink, having made him used to that little nickname. At the same time, I lifted a paw to push at where his mane was growing in. In truth, it didn't look like it would be for much longer that I could give him that nickname. He just rolled his eyes as we embraced again. I found myself almost grinning like an idiot as he held me close to him, that extra warmth making me forget we were even being watched by the royal couple. We only broke off again once we heard the two of them muttering about us, though I couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry."

Queen Amali shook her head, "No need to be sorry. The two of you are young and in love, it's fine. If anything, we are happy to see you're both so comfortable with each other. After all, it will make ruling together easier. The two of you will already know that a lion who tries to rule by themselves will struggle to achieve much without feeling all the weight of it hit them. That's why it is so great to see you two this close, because when you are back in the Pridelands, you will forever be linked with each other, so it is important that you know you can work with each other now, when stress is low for you. That's why when betrothals are arranged, it is recommended that you have the two lions meet enough times that they're comfortable. If it looks as if they won't get along well enough, then there's not much chance the betrothal will continue. Sometimes though, we are surprised and all it takes for them to get along is both of them to grow up." I couldn't help but raise a brow at what was being said, a little unsure of why we were being given this much information on this. Simba and I hadn't gone through this process, we just happened to fall for each other. "I digress. The fact is that you two, as king and queen, will find it easier than others might, because we can see the love you have for each other already. If you can care for your kingdom in the same way you care for each other, then there is no doubt everything will be better for it. I suppose in a way, you will look after your kingdom much like you will look after your own children. With the help you've been given, and the help you will continue to get, I think you two will be better than fine." The older lioness let out a little chuckle, nodding.

Nguvu looked at us and spoke with a smile, making his tone friendlier than one would expect to hear from him, though both Simba and I were used to it at this point, "Don't think we haven't noticed how the two of you are starting to act as one. It's perfect, because it has come to you two without thought, which is what we wanted to see, but it's so rare. It took some time before Amali and I were able to do the same. Seeing you two like that though, it gives us greater hope for your kingdom's success. In an ideal world, the king and queen will always act as one, so the closer you can get to it before ruling, it gives you a better chance. You're both lucky to have each other." He looked at the two of us as Simba kept holding onto me, his chin resting on top of my head, both of us returning the look to Nguvu. He and his queen yawned, prompting Simba and I to do the same, "I think that will be enough for today. Thank you again for listening with the focus we expect from the future king and queen of the Pridelands. Just before we part for the day though, I would like to tell you that I will have made an informed decision on our plan in a short time. Expect to hear in the next few days. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have to make sure our daughter hasn't terrorised Fikiria the whole time we've left her with him. We can escort you back to your den, if you wish?" He offered with a kind expression, waiting for our response.

Simba answered before I could, shaking his head, "Thank you, your majesty, but I would like to stay out under the stars for a while longer before we head back to our den. Once Tishala and I are done, we'll head back, if that's okay?" He asked, seeing the large king nod as both he and his love turned to walk back to their den. At that moment, I looked to Simba with a raised brow, asking him what was going on without even uttering a word. He read my expression and smirked at me, "You don't have to look so suspicious every time I say something you're not expecting. Come on, come with me." He smiled, turning to walk away, gesturing for me to follow. I didn't wait to get by his side again. I hadn't realised how much time had slipped way. The stars were abundant in the sky, not a cloud to conceal them. As I followed Simba, I could take in the beauty of the land at this time, the meadow we were headed to was giving off a dim glow from the night sky lighting it like so. A gentle breeze was swaying the taller grass in the meadow, and looking out to it, there didn't seem to be anything else there. However, the emptiness of the area didn't unnerve me like it might have before. Instead of feeling eerie, it felt cosy in a strange way. The quiet sounds that came from the flora being rustled by the wind or movement from animals in the distance made the whole setting seem like an escape from what my life had become at this point, following a routine where I was in constant need to socialise, learn and focus. Looking into the meadow that we had reached the edge of; I felt all stress I had just fade away. I looked to Simba, who smiled back at me, seeing how I'd relaxed. "See? No need for suspicion."

He stopped once we had reached somewhere near the centre, and before I could comment on the simple beauty of the area covered by the moonlight, Simba had me in a hold and he pulled me down, both of us on our backs. Hearing him laugh as I let out a small gasp, I couldn't help but join in, the two of us soon going quiet as we embraced each other again, our cheeks rubbing together for a few moments, "Look up at the sky would you? With me? Skies..ah.." He stuck his tongue out, having tried to correct his wording, "Let me try again. Would you look up at the skies with me?" He squeezed me a little bit and looked up, hoping I would do the same. When I did, I could take in the full view of the night sky. The masses of stars I could see took my breath away. I had seen a clear night sky full of stars before, but every time I saw it in these lands away from light pollution, I was awestruck. I didn't know where to begin to look. With each cluster of stars, I spotted another part to look at, appreciating the sight before me. It felt better to be sharing the moment with Simba, who held me close, having been watching me study the sky, "Pretty amazing, isn't it? How can that many lights fit into the skies?" I dd nothing but nod in response as I felt his tongue drag over one of my ears, showing his affections for me once again, "I know you've looked at skies before, but I just thought it had been a while since it was just you and I doing this." He spoke, waiting for a reaction from me.

I looked back at him for a second before looking back up to the stars, a soft smile on my face as I replied, "Well, I didn't always have the chance to see a night sky as pretty as this. There's so many stars here I'm surprised I'm not seeing the tell-tale flashing lights that come from a plane or even a helicopter." I snickered, leaning against Simba some more.

"What's a helicopter and a plane?" Simba asked, looking out as if he was trying to spot one.

I mentally hit myself for letting something like that slip, although it wasn't a common occurrence, "Oh, they're just types of bugs. They light up at night and fly, flashing so you know it's them." I beamed, hoping he would accept my lie, which he did. I took an inward sigh of relief, thanking the stars I hadn't lost my mind since becoming a lion. "Sometimes there were a lot of them where I lived. It could get quite noisy if there were a lot though. We learned to cope with it though." I smiled at him again.

He let out a small chuckle as his eyes went back to the stars, "That's nice. You used to look with your family. I don't even think I saw them when I was with Timon and Pumbaa back where they're from. They never mentioned any either...then again, I never really asked the names of all of them. Maybe I've already eaten a helicopter and not even known it." He shrugged. I had to bite my tongue to hold back any laughter from that statement. "Anyway, what did you and your family do when together under the night sky?" He asked, looking to me again before we both peered up to the stars.

I mused for a moment, "Well, my father would show me constellations. Basically, you can find a certain arrangement of the stars makes shapes. I'll admit, some of those shapes aren't always clear, but they look something like what is being described. Like...there!" I pointed out to a star that was twinkling brighter than others. "If you follow that one up to other stars that can make the shape of a constellation called Taurus. It's alright if you can't spot it though, because I'm having a little trouble. There's just so many stars in the sky that it's hard to know where everything is...I'm just glad I could be here to show you, I guess." I giggled and looked to him to see he wasn't joining in. I shuffled a bit so that our faces were closer, "Are you okay, Simba?"

The prince looked to me and nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine, it's just that hearing you talk about you and your family made me think about my family. My dad and I used to come out at night and look up at the sky together. It was something we would do. It just hit me that I never knew that the last time we did that would be the last time we could ever do that. I mean, look at it, you're right, when it's like this, they sky is beautiful, and you can even try and show me pictures in the sky, amazing! As amazing as it is though, I still can't help but feel a little bit sad. I know, it's a little stupid, because I was the one who brought us out here in the first place. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I'll always have this kind of activity in my heart as something my father and I used to do. Does that mean I can ever enjoy it again? I hope so. I suppose I wanted to keep looking at the stars because it would still let me hold on to some connection with him. Sounds pretty silly, doesn't it?" He looked to me with a weak chuckle.

This time I found it my turn to hold him close, giving him the same affection he would have given me, "No, it's not stupid at all. In fact, why don't we keep doing this? At least once a moon, you and I, we'll come somewhere like this and lay down under the stars. It'll be our thing. Our thing, and something we can do together so that we can keep the memory of your father alive. How does that sound?" I asked, smiling at him as he seemed to contemplate it, keeping his eyes to the stars. I leaned in and licked his cheek, nuzzling him afterwards. "I would love to be there with you as we can both remember the amazing king that your dad was. More important than that, he was a good lion. I'm sure you take after him in so many of his best ways...much like you take after your mother in so many great ways too." I paused for a moment, speaking up again, "And just think, we might be laying under the stars in the Pridelands, the next time we come to do this." He looked to me with a happy expression, pleasant hum to him before he looked back to the sky, his eyes starting to fill with tears.

Once more, he let out a weak chuckle, shaking his head, "Sometimes, when I look up to the night, and you're asleep, I think to myself and wonder if when my father looks down to me, is he proud of me?" He choked out, closing his eyes for a moment to stop any tears from coming, though it didn't seem like it did much good. "Is he going to think I did the right thing? I was so ready to give up. I had given up. It was only because you came into my life and told me what to do. That's how I'm doing it. I know it's the right thing. It's what I want to do as well. I just can't shake the feeling that when he's looking down with the great kings of the past, he'll see what I did. What will he think of me that I needed you to push me in the right direction before I even started to do anything myself? What if because of that, he doesn't think I should even be king anymore?" I could see the panic in him start to grow, deciding to hold on to him tight to try and calm him down. I nuzzled him to stem the tears before they could start to fall, Simba keeping his eyes closed as I held onto him, trying to comfort the lion.

With a sigh, I responded to him, "Simba, your dad could never think any less of you. You did what anyone would have done in your situation. You fought to survive. What you went through, it was traumatic, there's no wonder you just wanted to leave it behind and hope it would never come back to you. In a way, I feel bad when I know I'm the reason you have to face some traumas again, but at the same time I am so proud of you for facing them whenever you have. You know you'll always have me by your side. You know that your dad is always going to be there too. Whether it's up with the great kings, or because he lives through you. I think if you're questioning if you deserve the throne, you'd hear him tell you that you are his son and you belong on that throne. Simba look at me," The two of us gave enough space so that our eyes would meet, "you are meant to be king of the Pridelands. You know that whatever has happened, your dad is very proud of you. I am also so proud of you. Whenever you think that whatever happened was your fault...just remember that it isn't, and that no matter what, we all are proud of you and love you very much." Again, I took the chance to lick at his cheek, nuzzling the spot afterwards. I could feel his spirits lifted by the words, enthusing me further. "I'll always be here too. I'll love you till the end." I could feel my cheeks burning with a blush as I said that to him. It was the first moment I had told him my feelings and not felt any hesitance. For a moment, my mind drifted to how I would feel if I said that to Fikiria. I hadn't, but if I said it, would I feel like I was being honest with myself?

Hearing what I said, Simba sat us both up, facing each other. I looked into his eyes as he stared back into mine. I could tell he was feeling the emotion as much as I was. He lifted one of my paws with one of his, using his height to lean towards me a little bit. The smile he gave me was adoring, to the point I felt like I didn't deserve it, "What would I do without you? You, Timon, Pumbaa, all three of you have saved me in different ways. Without those two, I doubt I would even be here. Without you, I wouldn't have come as far as I have. So, if you tell me that my father is proud of me, then I'll believe you. You've done so much to help me, even just by being there. This whole time we've been here, with all the time we can spend together, I've just learned to love you more." He let out a small chuckle at that and shook his head, as if what he said was going to be silly to hear. "Since you came back into my life, whenever I've felt low, you've been there. I sit back and think sometimes that you're too perfect for me. How could I deserve to know someone so amazing like you are? Even more amazing is that we have this special...love for each other. I know with all my heart that I love you. Hearing you say it back to me makes me feel like I can do anything." He chuckled some more, "And when I am acting like that, you're often the first one to tell me to calm down, take a breath, and reassess. I'm in love. Everything about you is something that I love. The things I don't even know about you yet, I love them. Your strengths, your flaws, I love them all. Whilst we've been here at the Kifalme pride, I've just had more time to realise just how much you mean to me." He pulled me a little closer with the one paw he had holding mine, "I know it's probably not the reason I should be doing this...but the main reasons I've been able to push through and try to get my home back is that I'm doing it for my mother, and my love." If the moment hadn't been so tender, I might have joked at the amount I could cringe from his words. However, in that moment, I could feel my heart skip a beat when I was given as one of the reasons he was willing to go on. I'd never felt quite so flattered in my life. As best I could, I held onto his paw as well, giving a little squeeze if I could. "And because of that, I can now do it for all the right reasons as well." He nodded, our eyes never leaving the other's.

With Simba there in front of me, I felt lighter than air, just lost in the moment with him. I didn't want to break this scene with him, "I can't speak for Timon and Pumbaa, but I know you've done so much for me as well. When I was in the Pridelands, with Scar as king, I had to cling onto the small moments of happiness, but the rest of my time was filled with a sense of dread. I didn't know what I would have to do next, but the more he taught me, the worse the things he made me do. Once I escaped all of that, I wasn't sure what I would be like. In its own way, I'd been left with trauma from it...my own scars to heal. It didn't take long for all that to feel like a distant nightmare when I was living with you, Timon and Pumbaa. It doesn't matter how many times I've felt those fears resurface, because you've always been there to help drag them away. You say you don't know what you would do without me? Well, I don't know what would have happened if I didn't get to you either. As ridiculous as it sounds...as much as I tear up at everything, I know you're always there for me." I could feel myself welling up again, the tears forming in my eyes, even though I was smiling brighter than I had before. I sniffled, giggling a little bit, "Oh, look, here I go again." I decided to rub my face on the paw that was lifted up, drying the tears to a point, even if there was a faint patch of where they had soaked near my eyes. I could see Simba was looking down at me with a smile and one of his brows half cocked. I tried to return that expression, "I know what you're gonna say. You'll say I'm too pretty to be crying. Well, your majesty, I'm a crier, so you'd better get used to it, because there's plenty where that came from."

Still holding my paw up, he leaned in so the two of us were rubbing our cheeks together, embraced under the starry sky. "Sometimes, in a selfish way, I like it when you cry, because it gives me another reason to be there for you. I can be there to make you happy. Most of the time though, yeah, I don't like to see you cry. Although, happy tears are okay...even if you do look a bit silly." He lifted his head to smirk at me, waiting for any response he could work with after teasing me.

I raised a brow and feigned annoyance at the prince, "Look a bit silly? I think you must have me mistaken for someone else. The future king of the Pridelands couldn't possibly have such affection for someone who looks a bit silly." Even through our verbal joust, we didn't break eye contact.

"Oh, well you'd be surprised. Maybe the future king of the Pridelands thinks all those silly moments she has are adorable. It makes him like her more. Whilst she can be silly, he knows she has those moments where she stands out from the rest, no matter what she's doing. When he looks at her, he knows that she is who he wants to be the queen of the Pridelands when he is king." He tried to flirt.

The only response he got from me though, was a rather dry expression, "Come on, really? You couldn't keep up the little bit of teasing. Honestly, sometimes I question how I can love someone who can't even keep up with the teasing we'll undoubtedly do for each other. Is that so much to ask from my future king?" I shook my head, pushing it closer as I held my smirk at him.

Although the prince chuckled my way, he let out a sigh before starting, "Your future king? You're my future queen. Tishala." He looked at me with a serious look again, though it was mixed with the same tenderness from earlier. He held my paw a little higher again and kept me close, "Look up at the stars with me, please." We both looked up to the sky filled with stars, making it difficult to pick one to focus on, finding many others with their own unique twinkle, "The sky is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" I couldn't help but nod, just waiting to see where he was going with this, "You see, no matter how many times I can look at that sky and feel amazed by how beautiful it is...even if the next night is more stunning than the last, I know that it'll only disappoint when I try to compare it to the lioness I want as my queen. Nothing can come close to you. I know it's not what is going to happen, but if I had to choose between being king and being with you, then I'd pick you quicker than we could blink. So, with both of us here right now, I feel like nothing else matters. I have everything I need. Just remember that when you look up at the stars. You are perfect to me." He leaned in again. I didn't hesitate to return the affection he gave me, feeling that something deeper again, like the world melted away once I closed my eyes, shutting the world out, leaving just me and Simba. I knew I'd give everything just to keep him there with me. Once we stopped holding on to each other, he started speaking again, "You know..." He lifted my paw again, "You and I will get the Pridelands back. I know it. With the help of everyone here, there's no way we won't get it all back. I know when I was younger, I would say how I can't wait to be king, but when I think about being king now, it scares me a little. It's a lot of responsibility, and I'm still not sure if I can handle it. When I say something like that to Kiburi, or even king Nguvu, they remind me that I have you. We'll never be alone when we rule. I know there's emphasis on the Pridelands needing me as their king, but believe me, they will be just as excited, knowing you will be queen as well. I'm excited about it. I'm excited because I know how good you'll be as queen." He stopped, seeing me frown, like he could read my mind, he responded, "No one will care that Scar chose you to be his heir. You ran away. That tells them enough that you didn't want to be there with him. They're going to love you...not as much as I do, but they're still going to love you a lot. I just know it. How could they not love the lioness who ran away from Scar and came back to take him down, bringing the true king with her?" He raised a brow, making his point in triumph.

I shook my head at him, rolling my eyes as I smiled back, "I don't care about that as much as you'd think. I think what I'm most worried about is how your mother, Nala and Sarafina might react when they see me again. I left them, and even though I asked Inja to tell them I was sorry, I can't help but feel like it still looks as if I left them to suffer because I couldn't handle it. Now that I think about it, weren't you betrothed to Nala? Isn't that going to upset everyone if we come back and you tell everyone that I'm your queen? They're all thinking you're with Nala. Unless Zazu told them about us when we saw him...then they're all going to know and maybe they'll try to tell you have an arranged situation with Nala, and you should honour that because it was something your father arranged." I let my head drop for a moment, waiting until Simba lifted my head with his.

The lion shook his head, holding a calm smile, "You don't need to worry about that. For a while, they all thought I was dead. In the situation we're in, I don't think they will hold it against you that we fell in love. Maybe if it was Nala who found me, things would be different. She's always been my friend, so it might not have felt so strange if we progressed in the same way you and I did." I frowned at that, getting a small feeling he was suggesting something, "But that's not what happened. She didn't find me. You did. In the time we've had together, I know I love you. You are my queen. That's what I want, and I know that my mother, of everyone, will be more than happy to let us be together. I know that everyone else will too." He assured me, shifting my frown back to a smile. For a moment, I pondered on the irony of me getting a little concerned when he spoke about how he could have had feelings for Nala. It wasn't like I would have any ground to stand on in that argument. If anything, that showed me how attached to Simba I had become.

I huffed, giving one last press against him before I put my paw back on the ground, starting to yawn in front of him, "Sorry, I'm not bored, I swear. I just really need sleep. Everything aches and I know that Laini isn't going to ease up anytime soon. We should really get back to the den. You know Timon gets worried if you're out too late. Especially if you're out late with me." I snickered, gesturing for him to follow as I made my way back to our den. "Doesn't it feel really strange that you and I will be back in the Pridelands before too long? When we get you to be king, that means both of us will be ruling. There'll be a ceremony for your coronation. There'll be a ceremony for both of us actually, when we become king and queen. That's pretty odd to think about. It used to scare me though, so I guess that's progress." I offered, earning a chuckle from the lion walking beside me. "Then everything will be official. You'll be a strong, righteous king. I, your outspoken, arguably stronger queen." I winked.

My words prompted me to start running to the den, laughing as I watched Simba race to catch up with me, the two of us looking into each other's eyes again, "Stronger? You'd have a difficult time proving you're stronger than me now. You've been training, but so have I, and now I'm even bigger. You wouldn't stand a chance." He returned the wink, sprinting ahead of me. I could see the entrance of the den coming closer. Simba made it inside and slowed but didn't expect me to keep going. I heard his words as a challenge, so I rose to it, leaping to tackle him. Once I made contact, he and I were tumbling on the ground. Neither of us put up much of a fight after that, both laughing as we tumbled, finally ending with Simba laying on his front with me on top of him, my body slinking over so that my head was next to his. "That proves nothing." He stuck his tongue out. I took the chance to nip at him, making both of us laugh again.

"Hey! Would you two keep it down? I get enough noise with Pumbaa's snoring!" Both of us looked to see Timon leant against a sleeping Pumbaa, his expression looking as grouchy as he sounded. Despite how angry he looked, Simba and I struggled to hold back our laughter, letting it burst out after a moment. I buried my face in his growing mane, muffling my own giggles as Simba tried to do the same into his paws. After a couple of minutes of that, with Timon stood up and crossing his arms, tapping a foot on the ground, he cleared his throat, "Are you two quite finished?" We nodded, allowing him a moment to get back to sleep, sighing as he went to lay down again, "Yeesh, young couples." We could tell he would be fine once we spoke to him again.

Seeing Timon get to sleep, we decided to do the same. I got off Simba and went to snuggle up close to him, resting my head on his paws as he rested his head on top of mine. Our shared purrs were soothing enough to make me feel how sleepy I really was. I yawned again and let sleep wash over me. "Good night, my king." I muttered as my last few words of the day, earning a sleepy chuckle from him.

I couldn't explain why I woke up. My eyes just opened, seeing that it was still night-time. I hadn't shifted in my sleep, neither had Simba. The air has a cosy warmth to it because I was holding onto Simba, and it was still. There wasn't a noise to be heard, which made me all the more curious as to why I had woken up. For a moment, I thought I could be in one of those encounters with a great king of the past, but I'd never had Simba with me when it happened, so I doubted this was the case. I knew the answer, but I still decided to ask, "Simba? Simba...are you awake?" I whispered, getting no response from the prince. Of course, being snuggled up to him meant that it wouldn't take too much to wake him up. I gave him a deliberate nudge, and then another when he started to stir. Once I knew I'd woken him up, I smirked for a second before yawning and nuzzling into his paws. I could tell he was awake then. With a sleepy tone, I spoke again, "Simba, are you awake?" I asked, not even hinting at the fact I was the reason he was even awake at this time.

A soft sigh escaped him before he responded, "Mmhh, just about. Why are you awake? You're normally in a deeper sleep than Pumbaa." After he spoke, I felt him drag his tongue over one of my ears, sending a small, pleasant shiver down my body.

Keeping my breathing slow, I made sure my voice remained quiet, so I didn't wake up Timon, "I don't know why I'm awake. Maybe you woke me up? Maybe I'm just thinking so much about everything."

He hummed in thought, letting me feel the vibrations from his rumbling, "Thinking so much? About what?" He asked, though we never bothered to shift from our positions to look at each other, quite comfortable as we were.

"Well, you know I like to think about a lot of things. I like to think about us. I like to think about our lessons with Nguvu and Amali-" I didn't have the chance to continue when Simba interrupted.

He let out a small chuckle, "Okay, I think I know why you're awake now. Look, Tishala, remember they said that we will only have an heir if we are ready. I know it's something you don't want right now, but then remember what Nguvu said about himself? He didn't feel like he was ready, so he was scared and everything. I get it, too. It's probably a long way off, but it scares me a little bit too. It's not something I'm ever going to force on you, because I know how you feel about that kind of thing. It doesn't mean I'm going to love you less, you know that, right?" I could feel myself go red in the face, both from the discomfort that topic brought, but also from Simba's warming words. Again, I could feel him give me some affectionate licks, trying to calm me in case I tensed up. He knew what I was like.

Despite the topic though, I didn't feel as uneasy as I felt every other time. I didn't know if it was the calm of the night, or if it was because I hadn't been awake that long, but for some reason, I felt more comfortable talking about it with Simba, "I'm not saying I'll never want that. I just think that I need to get used to the idea. It's not something I've had to think of before really. Sure, we've been together for a little while now...and what we've been through makes me feel like it's been longer...in a good way. It's like our bond is only stronger because of everything. Even when we started, I didn't think about the kind of future we'd have where you're king, I'm queen, and there would be smaller paw prints that follow us everywhere. If I'm honest, saying it now makes me feel a little bit odd. As scared and unsure of it as I am though, I know that I'll be able to get used to it." I smiled, knowing he would feel that's what I was doing, "We can see I'll get better. I don't even flinch at the thought of being a queen now." I added, prompting a small chuckle from the prince.

He shuffled a little bit, keeping comfortable in our positions, "I guess that's true; you are better at that. I'm not sure I quite get it though. You were heir in your parents' pride, before you came to the Pridelands. So why is being called queen something you weren't comfortable with? Your parents would have told you, right? My father told me when I was quite young." He questioned.

Letting out a sigh, I responded, "That's different. They never put much emphasis on it. They always said they would be happy if I was and support me no matter how I chose to do things. There was never much emphasis on me needing to think of myself any different to how I was used to. I guess they didn't want me to think about it too much when I was young, and just enjoy my time whilst I could."

The prince let out another thoughtful hum, "That's probably the best for you. I know how dangerous it can be for you if you get to thinking too much." He snickered, earning a half-cocked smile from me, guessing that he was going to make a little joke at my expense. "I wish I could have met your family. I bet they were amazing. I can kinda understand why it's taken you some time to like being called a future queen. I guess actually being queen will take some getting used to as well. I know that it will take me a little bit of time to get used to being called king." He le tout another little chuckle, then sighed, relaxing again, "It makes me happy to hear that you're okay with you and I starting a family at some point. I know it's a while in the future, but even now it excites me a little bit. If I could even be half the dad my father was to me...it'd be amazing. Plus, you know, you'd be an awesome be an awesome mother." He sighed again. I could tell he was smiling to himself as he thought of it, "Come on, tell me that doesn't make you smile a little bit." He challenged.

His words made me think about it. I couldn't deny that as much as it scared me, when he was talking about it, I felt less worried, "I can't tell you. I know you'd be as good a father as Mufasa. Any cubs we'd have would adore you to the moon and back." I huffed out a small laugh, almost in disbelief that I was able to talk about this kind of thing. I could feel Simba puff up with pride a little bit.

Again, he gave me affection before starting to speak again, "I'm sure they would love you just as much." He nuzzled me, "Can you picture them? How many do you see us having?"

I felt a little put on the spot, but didn't want to disappoint him, especially as I could tell how much he was enjoying this chat, "Well, I think there's something nice about the number three, isn't there?"

I could feel him chuckle above me, "Hang on. You get scared at the thought of this, but when I ask, you say you'd want three?" He calmed himself before nodding, "Okay, three...so, will they all be boys?" He asked, the tone in his voice sounding as enthusiastic as I imagined it would be.

I shook my head, "No. Not three boys. Are you trying to outnumber me by that much? Two boys, one girl. If you're going to ask me in what order, I don't think I really care, but if I had to choose, I'd go with a boy, a girl, and then another boy. Or maybe two boys, then our daughter." I mused, trying to picture the cubs I had mentioned, even finding myself smiling at the thought. Maybe it wasn't so bad.

Simba continued for me, "It sounds like you're more okay with the idea than you think. I can already picture them now. Our eldest son, he'll have your eyes, but my mane."

"It's not like he'd be able to have my mane." I commented, rolling my eyes with a smirk on my face.

"Good point...but you know what I meant. I reckon he'd take after your smarts. He'd be enough to keep us busy, that's for sure." He nudged me.

Returning his nudge, I chuckled, "It won't be any easier if they have all the energy you have. Just think of how you were as a cub...now have three of them. If our eldest has my smarts, then so will our other two. Our youngest son would be a little less bold than his older brother...except when the two of them are charging into games together. I think our youngest boy would look more like me though. He might have your eyes and a mane, but he takes after his mama. Our little girl...I think she would be the perfect mix of us." I sighed along with Simba, the two of us picturing the family we'd made up. I then snickered, smirking when I spoke up again, "I can already see it. With the boys, you'd be encouraging them. With our girl you would be so overprotective." I shook my head a little at the thought of it. "And of course, even through that, she would still be her daddy's girl. Typical." I rolled my eyes.

Simba picked up on my tone and I could tell he was smiling above me, "Well, can you blame her? I'm a lot of fun. You say I'd be overprotective with her, but I think we both know you'd be the exact same with all three of them. You worry so much now, I don't think that will stop when you're a mother."

"Yeah, well, just so you know. I hope our daughter makes your life hell when she's growing up. If she's anything like you, she will. If she's anything like me, she will." I smirked, my tail curling and uncurling to thump on the floor, showing my amusement. I found it a little surprising that I was happy to talk about this kind of thing but didn't pay it a second thought. I as able to picture all three cubs that we had been talking about, even their little faces looking up to Simba and I, "Maybe this is a silly question, but what would you name them? Any of them. I just wanna know how much you've thought about this." I let out a soft chuckle, calming any tension that may have come from this guessing game.

He groaned for a moment, "I don't really have any ideas. I'll think of a few, but after that we really should get back to sleep. You get a bit testy when you've not slept enough...and I'm the one who has to wake up to it." He nudged me in a playful manner. All I could do was roll my eyes and concede, letting him continue, "So if I think about it, maybe for a boy...Mohatu?" He could feel me raise a brow at that name, "It was the name of my great-grandfather. My father told me about him, he saved the Pridelands in a terrible drought." I could hear the admiration in his voice, agreeing with the choice in silence. "Another boy name could be...Kopa. I don't know, I haven't thought too much on names. Our daughter would be...Uru, named after my grandmother, another great ruler of the past. What about you, do you have any names?" He asked, yawning, "Then we really should sleep."

It was impossible not to yawn after Simba did, smacking my lips together afterwards so I could speak, "Simba, this is the first time I've allowed myself to talk about this. The only thing I could recommend would be to call the girl Sarabi, or something like that." I shrugged underneath him, then going to lick one of his paws before resting my head down on it, closing my eyes, "You're right though we do need sleep." I paused for a moment, smiling, "Thank you, Simba, for letting me have this talk with you." The prince nuzzled me as best he could.

He replied, purring on top, "You're the only one I would want to have this talk with my queen. Sleep well." And with that, both of us drifted off to sleep. Before I could though, I made a note to myself to give Simba the appropriate amount of teasing for calling me his queen.

Once sleep took over, I expected the next thing to go through my head would be the pain of having to wake up. I was surprised to see myself in one of the Kifalme grasslands, overlooking a spectacular view on a beautiful day. Unlike some of the other dreams I had, I could hear everything as if I were there. I could see animals grazing, some leaping through in their herds, and some others at the watering hole for a drink. Everything looked so peaceful. I guessed that was why I felt an inner peace in that moment, like I had everything in life I wanted. I could feel it for some other reason, though I couldn't work out what. In fact, I wasn't sure why I was looking across the grasslands from a high point besides the view. I could feel myself thinking about something though, like I was keeping watch. Before I could work it out though, I saw from the corner of my eye that a large lion was approaching me. I didn't flinch though, instead letting him sit beside me. I took a look to see how large he was, noting his light brown fur, the muscle tone clear underneath. Looking some more, I saw his mahogany coloured mane, looking like it had a thick, rich texture. When he looked to me, I knew who it was. There was no denying it was Fikiria, especially when I gazed into his bright teal eyes when he looked down to me. I noticed there was a calm smile on his face when he held that look at me, like there was no tension between us. The adult Fikiria leaned in, the two of us embracing, and I didn't find any nerves or worry of being caught. I could feel all the love he held for me in that moment, and I felt it to. It was at that point I realised that I wasn't in full control of this dream. "I thought I'd find you here." He grinned to me, getting the two of us to sit together, making me realise I was also fully grown like he was.

My voice came out in a warm tone, "Of course, this is our favourite place to come. Glad you could join." I purred, the two of us embracing again. "It has been a while since we've had the chance to be alone like this." I commented, both of us letting out a content sigh as I pressed against him and he did the same to me, keeping quiet and just enjoying the connection we had.

Our silence was shattered, both our ears perked as we heard a rustling in the grass, then a loud, happy shout, "Daddy!" A cub leapt out with a grin on her face. Whilst I smiled as she leapt onto Fikiria, on the inside I gasped, seeing that this cub had the same fur colour as mine, but her eyes had his unmistakable teal colour, as bright as his as well. I didn't need to see anymore to know what I was dreaming. I saw how the cub clung onto her father, beaming in the same way he would.

The lion held onto his daughter, chuckling as she made him into a climbing frame, "Hello sweetheart. You having fun? Where's your sister?" He asked, pushing her so that she could rest on his shoulders, almost lost in his mane. The whole time she was up there, she kept peering down to her father's eyes.

Before the cub responded though, I felt a sharp pain in my tail and looked back to see another cub there. She looked the same age as the other, but her fur was similar to Fikiria's if a little bit darker a brown than his. I watched her giggle with a grin on her face, which made me think how she did look like I did, her grey eyes emphasising that. "I found her. Come here, trouble." I turned around and pulled the cub up against me. Before I could do anything else though, Fikiria pulled me onto my back alongside him, both the cubs in between us as we rested on the grass. My head was next to Fikiria's as the girls were just below, looking up to us with admiring smiles. The only male in our group grinned and looked over all of us, making my heart melt, "I love all my girls." He purred, nuzzling me as the girls nuzzled him as well.

I stared at him with an adoring smile on my face, returning the affection, "We all love you too." The two cubs crawled up a bit so all of us could prove our point to him. It was then that I leant in and whispered in his ear, "And I'm sure our next will, too." I bit my bottom lip, waiting for his reaction. His eyes went away from the girls to then look into mine, as if asking if it were true, another kind of smile growing on his face. I nodded, feeling our shared joy build. He pressed our heads together, both of us closing our eyes as we took in the information I divulged to him.

Without even opening my eyes, I could feel everything drift away. I regained my own emotions and felt that what I had just seen was heart warming in the same way it was concerning as well.

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Everything continued as normal for the next few days. All the training and royal lessons remained the same as before, with Simba and I able to discuss things with a greater calm than before. There wasn't much nervous energy anymore, allowing us to focus when we needed. The routine we had settled into meant we knew when we were going to see each other, and when we would be working hard. In truth, we saw little of each other in that time, but it just made us appreciate the time we did get together. I had a feeling our conversation under the stars brought us closer together.

As with the routine, in the later afternoon, I joined the hunting lionesses, having become a frequent fixture under the queen's watch. My instructions were to observe how she led a hunting party, making sure to learn whatever she did. Of course, afterwards, she would tell me what she did and how it was effective for that scenario. One of the main things I had already learned was the need to be adaptable. Even the best laid plans could come undone on a hunt. For the first several hunts, I watched to see how she would communicate with the other lionesses, not even making a sound as she used her eye contact and gestures to let them all know what she was planning. I found it incredible to see. At the same time, I couldn't always find it easy to concentrate because my heart would start racing the moment a chase started. Whilst I wasn't large enough to take any prey down, I still had my uses in the hunting party, Amali directing me into a position where I stopped any immediate escape, making it impossible for the prey to get away. Watching successful hunts happen each time started to wipe the trauma I had from the small hunts Scar forced me to do. I knew it would be a while longer before I would be free of those painful memories, but in the supportive group I was in, I had confidence it was going to happen. On a few occasions, Amali allowed me to deal the final blow. At first, I hesitated, but after a couple of goes, I got used to it.

This hunt was different though. Amali was still leading, but before we started, she had discussed with everyone that she was leaving it to me to communicate and organise the hunt. So, when we left into the grasslands, I was quieter than normal, having half an eye ahead and the other half to the ground, making sure I kept silent as we moved. I knew our target: the herd of zebras. They weren't difficult to spot in the lush lands ahead. Although I felt nervous, I knew I could do it. I had been given advice from all the lionesses, and Amali expressed her faith in my ability. I let out a silent breath, calming myself some more. Looking at them, I could tell the rest of the hunters had half an eye on me, as if it were a normal hunt, and I had led them countless times. With that, I took a few steps forward, getting ahead of everyone, looking at the herd from left to right and then back. I could see they were in a rather tight formation, but all looked relaxed. Feeling a new rush of energy, I took in a deep breath of fresh air, picking up a very slight breeze and which direction would be the best to approach. Having gathered the information needed, I turned to look at all the waiting lionesses, my eyes narrowed a little, holding a serious expression. I locked eyes with a few of them and gave a flick of my left ear, then looking to the rest of them and nodding slightly with a couple more flicks of my left ear. At last, I looked to the queen, Amali, and nodded at her, the two of us heading straight in, with the other lionesses spreading their approach. I looked around at them all to check that everything was going as it should.

Once satisfied with that, I got to a point where everyone except the zebras would see me. We were closer to them, and I was able to get a getter look. Whilst they were closer together, I was able to see there was a small splinter in the group. I made sure the rest of the hunting party still had their eyes on me, seeing all their stares on me. I nodded and then looked to the splinter I had detected. It had maybe four zebras. We wouldn't be done with that, but it meant we would have hunted most of what we needed to. We would find the time to get one more, but that group was a good target. I gestured for us to surround them as best we could, stalking forward to initiate the plan. Of course, they all knew where I would be, making sure that none of the prey could escape. I had managed with a couple of them before, but I knew it'd be a whole new challenge if all four came my way. However, I had confidence, not just in me, but in all of the girls I worked with. I gave them all some time to get into position, watching them move. Once there, I took another breath to calm myself, ready for the next part.

Just as I was about to signal to the queen that they should start, I noticed the way we were set up didn't look like it was the best option anymore. I could see how there were going to be more difficulties than we needed. Frowning in thought for a few moments, I signalled to the smaller group to alter where they were, shifting so that they were closer to being head on with the zebras. Winda was in this group and I could see her confusion, but she didn't choose to question what I was saying. In the end, we both knew if I was the reason the hunt didn't work, we'd all know it. After they adjusted, I gestured for the other group to mirror that movement. I was able to catch Amali raising a brow, trying to figure out what I was doing. Again, I scanned the situation, feeling more confident about the attack, but at the same time I was more nervous. I'd just gone against what they were used to, and trusted them to get it done, in the same way they trusted me to make the right decision. That was a lot of pressure for me to handle. I faced the pressure and stood tall against it, looking to the queen and nodding, signalling that she would start their hunt. I watched as she and the others stalked closer. The zebras were unaware of the danger that was closing around them. Before they even knew it, Amali struck, capturing one of them straight away as a commotion was made and the others starts running, guided my way by the smaller hunting group. They didn't realise until I sprung up in front of them, letting out my best snarl. Having built up some speed, they couldn't change direction quick enough, so a couple of them fell. One of them was unbalanced, but still moving forward, a hoof threatening to stomp down on me. I didn't want to take that risk, so I lifted myself and swiped at the closest hoof, which worked in sending them sideways. However, it didn't stop their forward movement, so instead, I had the zebra's entire body balling towards me.

I closed my eyes, brace for the hard impact and crushing feeling to hit me. The worst I got was a loud thud next to me, but I didn't feel any pain. I wondered if I just couldn't feel it because I'd lost consciousness. It wasn't the case though, "Tishala, be quick, now!" Winda called to me. I opened my eyes to see that the zebra had fallen next to me. Although panicked, they were groggy from their fall. Despite being groggy, they started to stand. I didn't want to fail, so before they were fully stood up, I lunged forwards, sinking my teeth into their neck. The muscles there were tough, but I held on, even as they stood up and tried to shake me off. I could feel I was cutting off their airway, but at the same time, their shaking and struggling meant I was starting to tear through the flesh. I gripped harder with my jaw, trying to make it stop. After another attempt at struggling out, the zebra fell limp, going back to the ground. I let go just in time to avoid being fallen on. Once that was over, I let out a sigh of relief, looking around to see all of the targeted zebras were dealt with.

To my surprise, there were another couple that had been caught, meaning we were successful. I looked in the direction the survivors in the herd had run. The adrenaline of the moment was starting to subside, and my breathing slowed, allowing me to calm fully. I looked down at the zebra I had managed to defeat, noticing how my attempt was a little messy, but no less successful than the other experienced hunters' results. I smiled, nodding to myself. It was something I could do. Another thing I ticked off my mental checklist to make sure that I was capable of leading, and just being a lion in general. I held back on any celebration though as Amali, Winda and the other lionesses approached me with a smile on their faces. All of us had somewhat bloodstained muzzled, but it did very little to distract me from their praise. Amali was the first to speak, "I'm quite sure I'm not the only one who was a little bit confused when you asked us to shift our position but look at the result. The hunt was successful, which is the main thing. I may need to ask you why you chose to change up the initial plan a bit later. I think there's something promising in the way you led the change though. I think it's safe to say you've come a long way from the first hunt you watched. We've all noticed how your confidence has grown, and the fact you didn't hesitate in your decision, it can be an inspiration to any young lioness wanting to learn. I think it's safe to say that the training we have given you has meant you are just a fully grown body away from being a terrific huntress. I couldn't be more proud of you for doing this." She gave me a warm smile, chuckling, "Makes me look forward to teaching my daughter." The queen beamed, giving me some space, just for the other lionesses to be able to come in and crowd me. I couldn't help but smile at all of them as they were all being kind with their words to me.

Winda, Tabia and Kali pulled me away from the others, deciding they would keep this talk between friends. The four of us embraced in celebration, Winda speaking, "I did not expect you to be the one to change things up. I thought her majesty had ingrained it into your head on the way we hunt. Congrats, you were amazing today. You've come such a long way from that little brat we first met." She winked at me, prompting all of us to chuckle, "Okay, not a brat...a termite." She snickered.

Kali rolled her eyes, leaning in, "I think we're all just happy to see you doing this well. You've done so well. It won't be that long before you're able to really hold your own in a hunt. You'll be leading them so well in the Pridelands, I just know it." She beamed.

Her face was replaced by the usual playful smirk of Tabia's. "Sorry to interrupt your sweet words, Kali, but it looks like we aren't the only ones impressed. It turns out we've had an audience." She gestured to a trio of lions not too far away. I earned a smirk from the three lionesses with me when we could see it was Simba, Fikiria and Kiburi, "I find it a little selfish, Tishala, that you won't introduce us to your followers." She teased, all of us making our way towards the small group. "We're your friends. Friends share." She purred, prompting the others to either laugh with her or roll their eyes. "Just say hi to Kiburi for me." She let out just as I made my way out to them, the others having stopped. I looked back to Tabia with a smirk and a small shake of my head. She was insistent and amusing at least.

"What are you three doing here? Shouldn't you all be waiting back at the communal den?" I asked, approaching them with a smile on my face, "Oh, Kiburi, Tabia is still waiting for you to talk to her." I chuckled, seeing the larger lion huff, although his approach had softened around me.

Simba and Fikiria stepped forward to close the distance between us. Looking at them both, I could see Fikiria was thicker set, broader than Simba, like his father, Nguvu. I couldn't help but look to their manes and comparing. Fikiria's was looking fuller than Simba's, but with their age difference, it made sense. It wouldn't be long before Simba was the same. It wouldn't be long before they both had manes to represent them as adults. Simba came in more, getting the two of us into a loving embrace. I opened my eyes a bit sooner and could see Fikiria looking at me, feeling awkward. However, we were both good at hiding how we felt at this point, so I was able to sink back into Simba's embrace. "We were done and figured we would watch to see how you were getting along on your hunt. I guess we had nothing to worry about. You were amazing." He praised, letting go of me once he finished, stepping to my side so that Fikiria and Kiburi could have their moment to congratulate me. As strange as it felt to have feelings for both of them, I was enjoying getting compliments from them.

The two brothers stood in front of me, forcing me to look up at them because of their large stature, both of them taller than Simba, who was also taller than me by enough that I had to look up. "You were awesome, it was like you'd been working with them forever. You all seemed to know what the other was going to do. I hadn't seen you doing anything like this before. When it comes to hunting, it looks like you'll get a lot coming to you for tips before too long." Fikiria beamed, our eyes meeting, though we learned not to keep them lingering so that we hid our attraction better than before.

Kiburi let his brother finish before he brought focus to himself, "I wouldn't be quite as enthusiastic as my little brother. You still have a lot to improve on if you can hope to inspire your hunting party with you." I frowned a little bit, a sour taste to his words, though I could make out the faintest of smiles, "However, the progress you have made since you arrived here is encouraging. I imagine it won't be too long before you're seen as a leader in a hunting party, as well as their queen, in the future." He finished, prompting me to raise a brow, expecting the kind words to come with consequence. When he didn't follow up with anything, he even flashed me a small smile, confirming his approval, as well as our growing friendship. We would still aggravate each other, but we knew we would remain on good terms with each other. "Another reason we're here, that your king and my brother both forgot, is that my father would like to see you and my mother. They have an important announcement." He explained, Simba and I looking to each other with a small feeling of apprehension. Kiburi walked past to approach his mother, telling her the news.

Feeling the nerves rise in my stomach, I looked between Simba and Fikiria, giving them both a sheepish smile, "I guess this is where we find out. Why do I feel so nervous?" I asked, unable to stand still, shuffling on my feet.

Simba licked my cheek, "It's okay to be nervous. It just means you care. Come on, we shouldn't keep the king waiting." He looked to Fikiria, "We'll see you later and let you know what's happening. I'm sure you'll know soon anyway." The two exchanged nods as Simba and I started walking to where Nguvu would be waiting. I glanced back to see Amali speaking to her sons. I guessed she would follow us once she was done. "Tish, come on, the other lionesses will collect the zebras and bring it back. We should get to Nguvu. I want to find out sooner rather than later." He called to me, snapping me out of my trance to notice he had gotten further ahead. I picked up the pace to get back to his side.

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We were sat in front of the king and queen, having brushed over the usual formalities. "From what I have seen since your arrival, both of you have grown up a great deal. I am speaking in terms of your progress in training, more than I refer to your bodies growing. Of course, you have grown and are closer to being adults than when you arrived. What I'm trying to say is that both Amali and I have seen you grow in this short time. You're both more confident in everything you do, and judging from what my queen has said, Tishala, you have added hunting to your skills. However, as much as you have progressed, we need you to understand that there are still many things you need to work on." He looked down to us, a serious expression, though not stern.

Amali took over, putting a paw on top of her king's letting him know it was her turn, "Simba, like we've said, you have improved so much, and we couldn't be happier. The concerns we still have though are that you have some mental and emotional frailties. Sometimes you let your emotions override, which we know from past experience that it can lead to poor decisions being made. We need you to keep trying to control your emotions. Remember, sometimes it's okay to sit back for a moment, take a deep breath and think about the situation from multiple perspectives before responding. It will help you." He nodded, taking the advice in. It made me feel uncomfortable about what I might be told.

To my surprise, even though she looked to me, Amali wasn't the one speaking, Nguvu providing the answer to my question, "Tishala. From what we have been told as well as what we have seen, we know that your mental fortitude is something that will serve you well. It is your greatest weapon in times when violence can be avoided. At the same time, we have seen that it can be your greatest weakness as well. We've seen that you can be stubborn to a fault and unwilling to share your problems with others. As a result of the latter, we can see that sometimes you lack the confidence a strong, young lioness like you should have about herself. We see flashes of the brilliant queen we know you can be, so if you allow yourself to open up and relax a little more, I have no doubt there will be a consistent shine about your reign as queen. Please, remember that." He nodded, his queen doing the same as Simba and I shared somewhat confused expressions, although we were relieved to hear we weren't terrible.

"It's not unexpected that you might experience issues like this. You're both young. Taking on the mantle of ruling is a challenge for some who have been preparing far longer than you two. The fact that you are both accepting the role you will have in the circle of life tells me that no matter the problems, you will both continue to grow and improve. I think if you both maintain this attitude, then I see nothing but a bright future for the Pridelands. You will both be admirable rulers, I know it." The king and queen smiled at us as Simba couldn't help himself from nuzzling into me. I just gave a nervous smile at the two rulers, returning his affection to a point. "Amali already knows and has done the entire day. We took a long time to discuss it yesterday and the day before. We believe that you two are ready to restore the Pridelands. We know things may not transition to your rule straight away, but we feel that we cannot wait any longer. If the situation where some of the pride are mistreated is true, then we cannot make them wait any longer. The two of us wouldn't agree to initiate this if we didn't feel that you two were up to the task." He explained, keeping a serious expression fixed on us.

The queen stepped forwards, gaining our attention, "We know that at first you will need help ruling. That's okay, because that's what we're here for. We will help you settle into the role in any way we can. Even if we are unable to help, remember Simba's mother, Sarabi, will be there. I have no doubt she would help the two of you if Nguvu and I are unable to. I can imagine how motivated she will be to help her son, who has returned. Seeing as she and Mufasa were widely regarded as examples on how to rule, there's no doubt we can trust her to lead you two on the right path. I only say this because once you are settled, we will have to return to the Kifalme lands. We realise the pride may need help in restoring the Pridelands though, so we will not leave as soon as the battle is won." She assured, bringing a smile to both of our faces, even if mine was still showing clear nerves. I could feel myself panting, the temperature rising for only me, it seemed.

In an instant, my head turned to Nguvu, "So, what now?" I asked.

"Well, we thought it best to inform he two of you first as the Pridelands' future rulers. We will announce the decision to the rest of the pride once all have gathered to eat later. We will tell them that we are going to leave for the Pridelands the day after next, so all who are going must prepare themselves. Even with that preparation time, we know not everything will go to plan." Her ears fell back for a moment, suggesting they weren't expecting to be unaffected. "So, we're saying the same to you two. You have the time to prepare, we suggest you use it." They both nodded before walking past and towards where the pride were starting to gather for the incoming food. "We'll leave you two to discuss." Amali finished before Simba and I were left alone.

We looked at each other, "Nervous?" I asked.

"Yup." He nodded.

Letting out a shaky sigh, I replied, "Me too."

He offered a nervous smile, "We're finally going home." His words made both of us smile at each other with a little more composure. He placed a paw onto on of mine and repeated, sounding more confident than the time before, "We're finally going home."

A/N: There it is, another chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it! I don't own The Lion King, that's all Disney property. You can expect the next chapter sometime next month, as per the monthly schedule I'm trying to stick to. Because of the context, I'm imagining the next chapter is going to be significantly smaller, but it will make sense, trust me! I would love to see what you guys think, so please leave a review and let me know! Though I do ask that you keep the comments civil. I've had a few that have left a bit of a bitter taste, although this is a very minor number. All the best and until next time!