+Jem Boy, Yes we know the mad queen Zira will be pissed lol, and Scar…he can be so surprising, to say the least.

+Faith, Lol I hadn't realized you were like two people lol, but I should have known you always leave great reviews. Adding Timon and Pumbaa is a must, we all know this…it's just where lol. Oh and Scar getting his heir…omg you're not the only one suggesting it…mhmm.

+Vaykay, thanks for following my story 😊

+ Dark Ultimatum, thanks for following my story :)

+Anonymous7, Yes you will see Zira go from obsessing over one lioness to another to another, so unhealthy for her in the strange as Rafiki maybe, he knows something is up, and happening. and I love writing about the cubs, it's the highlight of my day and yea...right now the four are off to a rocky start, but that's okay, we have lots of chapters to go to see more interaction with them.

Chapter 8

It was just early noon when the outlands mother ears were being filled with her son's terrible cry. He had said Simba had attacked him in clear daylight, jealous of him, because he said he was king. But by the way the cub was going on and on about it. You'd think that the orange cub was trying to murder him. Vitani knew her brother and his two-faced personality all too well. She rolled her eyes as she watched her mother and the other lionesses coddle the young cub. "Don't worry son, mommy will handle this." She promised, her eyes big and swollen almost like her crying cub. "Everything will be alright" she patted him on his shaking back. "Jama! Send a hyena to find Scar- Now!"

"Yes, Zira." And the lioness, did as she was told. Now truth be told, this cub was not injured or hurt in any way…maybe his pride, for being pushed over so easily and then crying about it in front of everyone. But not a nick, a scratch bot even a whisker bent of his muzzle. But it didn't matter to Zira, Nuka could be in a protective bubble and she would still find something wrong that could harm him. No one messed with her first son, her little boy. And what mad matters worse, was that his own sister his twin no less, didn't seem to care. And that irked the mother.

"Vitani!" the cub turner her head quickly when she heard her mother loud voice. "Come here." Her ears pinned to the back of her head.

"Yes?" she asked.

"What happened?! Why did you let this happen to your brother. You two are supposed to protect each other!" she more of less demanded the last part. Especially since Vitani was the tougher of the two, she should have known better by now.

"But I didn't do anything- Nuka was the one that started the fight!"

"No I didn't, it was that cub Simba mom, he started it! Vitani just saying that, because she likes him…" he told. The mother raised a brow at her young daughter. From that look she knew she was good as dead, playing with the enemy-in her case, and being found at about it.

"No I'm not!" she tried to defend herself quickly, hoping that maybe, just maybe her mother did not hear that last part. "Mommy I-"

"You let your brother just pushed around all because you have a – a stupid crush on some boy?!" Zira closed her eyes her rage was escalating. "Ooh Vitani I…"

"No mommy! That's a lie and Nuka-"

"Nuka was defending himself! His crown, what kind of sister are you to not be by his side in need!"

"I…I saw, but he..he stepped on Nala tail and Simba got mad and-"

"That was an accident mom! I was trying to walk away because they weren't being fair to me when I was playing the game! And I'm future king, I should be treated just like everyone else…" he sighed, wiping away a tear, but by this time the water falling from his face was fake now. Vitani eyes widen, and mouth dropped.

"Uh no! mommy, he pushed me too! He pushed both of us and Simba said boys aren't supposed to push girls!" Zira laughed to herself, her daughter was too funny. She had only met this so called Simba-this potential threat to her son- only today, and now she quoting the boy word for word!

"Oh so you listen to Simba now?!" no…wait, that wasn't the response the young cub was hoping for. She was just telling her mother the truth, boys aren't supposed to hit girls. And even though she's an outlander, can't she believe this too. I mean it only seems right, but then she does see her mother and father fight all the time, and sometimes he hits her. And he's a king…

"No I!...he…well… I got hurt too!" she explained

"You're an Outlander Vitani! You don't care if others push you- you push back!" but she did care. She didn't like being pushed around when she thought about it, no more than any other boy or girl. She hated it when mother would train them, and yes she was a good fighter, but that was because she had to be. Mother kept saying so, and would make training harder if she didn't fight back the way she expected. The ' Outlander way' blood for blood. She would always say blood for blood. The cub found herself stumped for words, so she said nothing. And quite frankly Zira didn't want to look at her daughter much longer anyway. " Get out of my sight Vitani."

"But momm-"

"I said out!"

"ugh!" frustrated, and now understanding how she wasn't the favorite cub, she stormed off. Out of the den and anywhere else that was away from these two, especially her stupid brother. When she was gone, everything in the den was still.

"Mom, I'm sorry…I didn't mean for any of this to happen- he just-"

"Don't apologize, son, you did the right thing. You stood up for yourself and that all you can do. Your sister on the other paw…I'm so disappointed in you- but don't worry, soon you'll be big a strong and no one, will be able to tell you what to do." The fantasy of him being as big and tall as his father played in his mind. As he saw himself walking along pride rock, head held high, he was proud and tall. No one dared to do anything to him because they knew Nuka meant business, and he had all the power in the world.

After his rather odd and annoying nap, scar went out on a trip to the large waterhole. Getting a stroll on his land and a cool drink in him would bet just what the king needed. As he walked this time, he let his normal hyena guard off for the tried. In truth, Scar was getting tired of having them follow him, in fact, he thought it was pointless. All they did was bother him all day. Between asking the most stupid questions- questions they should already know, and them trying to crack jokes in their spare time, became alittle…too much for his liking. So, he let them go. And besides, what did he have to worry about? his animals loved the new king. From what they saw of him, really Scar had had no contact with any of the herd animals as of late. Which Zazu would always remind him to do, yes, he is king, but this king also depends on the animals in the Pride lands to keep their healthy ecosystem moving. Scar would always put it off for later. But he could bet on his life, either today or tomorrow Zazu would come flapping his wings and say ' Scar did you talk to the herds' leader today?' he would get the same answers every time. Maybe soon he'll realize it. and why Scar thought, heck his the kings hand, why can't he just do the talking for him. I mean is it really that important? Soon something caught his attention overhead. "oh, speak of the devil…" chimed Scar to himself, Zazu was like a fly on the wall or anything that could annoy you. You think about it and there it is! "Zazu, about time you showed up, I sent you out this morning." He noted, still walking.

"Well yes, sire, it took me longer than expected."

"And Rafiki, I should be expected him soon?"

"Actually…" he hesitated, when Scar noticed this he stopped walking and eyed the bird.

"What?"

"Sire, how do I put it likely…he's not coming." Scar raised a brow. He had requested for Rafiki to come in, how could he deny a king's request?

"Why?" he asked.

"Because- um, he said…oh boy, this is awkward-"

"Zazu!"

"Right right, he said that the whispers told him not to come."

"The whispers?" asked Scar again, the hell is a whisper?

"What, may I ask you, this that?"

"Well, the way Rafiki put it…they are spirits."

"Spirits?" echoed Scar, so the blue face monkey did not show up at his request because of spirits…"…what did the spirits say?" he asked, curious to the answer.

"Oh he said, that would be trouble."

"trouble?"

"Yes, something about him coming would mean trouble." Spirits told him if he came it would mean trouble- what the heck do the spirits know anyway. Aren't they dead? This was absolute foolishness, spirits really. Scar had a mind to say something- a few choice words, out loud but decided to keep it to himself- spirits, of all the things. "You tell that lazy monkey, I want him here."

"I know Scar but-"

"What about that aren't you understanding?!" right, thought Zazu, so clearly trying to change his mind is out of the question. Boy was this brown lion stubborn, and Zazu still didn't know what it was about.

"But sire, he'll just turn me back."

"Then don't come back, until he is with you ..." he paused "it's a matter or royal business, and he needs to be present- now go" he waved the bird off with his mind, ugh it was so hard being king. Everyone wanted to do their own thing when it came to his orders. He placed a paw on his head to ease the small headache. He massaged his temple as he did this, he opened his eyes to an approaching hyena, coming at a rather fast speed. Oh great, thought the brown lion now what. "What is it now?"

"Scar news from one of the lionesses, you're requested by Zira." Scar rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, for what?"

"Sir, it's news about your son, Nuka, he's been hurt." Before the hyena could inform him of anything else, Scar was down his throat.

"What?! What do you mean hurt!" as the spotted dog began to explain, Scar realized he didn't have time for any explanation. His son was hurt, and he needed to be there for him. He leaped over the gray hyena. Long legs stretched out as long as the gray dog eyes could see. He landed on the other side of him as quiet as a mouse, before taking off in the direction back to pride rock.

Simba and Nala found themselves walking back home after a very long 20 minutes. Both replaying the incident in their heads. Simba being in Nukas face and Nuka being right in his. The words exchanged, the push that by the orange prince that sent the brown cub flying. Simba knew it didn't push him hard- or at least he thought he didn't. He was just trying to make a point, of why boys shouldn't push girls. But then again, he did see him cry before the two Outlander cubs ran away. But…but he spoke about his father, he said he was dead… he said he wasn't king. That was all a lie, and it wasn't nice at all, and saying how they had all just meet, Nuka didn't make a very good first impression. When Simba thought it over, he had made the right decision, he did what his father would have wanted him to do, he defended his friend. A lionesses that would be a part of his future pride one day when he became king. Like his mother always says to ' you have to look out for your pride'…so Simba was right, right? However, oddly enough, something did feel off in his gut.

"Your paw okay?" asked looking over to the cream colored cub. She looked down at herself, not a bruise on it.

"Yup, I'm fine, thanks." Nala chimed.

"No problem."

"Hey, that boy was really weird…" Nala voiced, " and mean too! He even pushed his sister and didn't say sorry either…"

"I know." Simba looked to the ground, he knew he had to tell his mother what had happened.

"Are you going to tell your mom?" Simba nodded "are you nervous?" she asked curiously. For some reason, this walk, felt like Deja Vu, to the last walk the cubs had when Mufasa brought them home from the elephant graveyard. Before they knew it, they were back at their den the lionesses were still stretched out and about in the local area. His mother was still resting in the same spot. The cubs walked forward, Simba looked back to Nala who came him a reassuring look as she left him, to go find her mother. He stopped short, and took a breath, she was napping.

"Mom?" his voice was soft, so soft, you could almost not hear, but any voice to a mother is loud and clear, especially when it is their own child. One eye slowly opened as the rimmed eyed lioness focused on her one.

"Simba, you two are back so soon?" she chimed, not knowing it had been a little longer their 20 minutes.

"No, it's been 20 minutes."

"Oh, did you two have fun."

"Yea…" he did not seem too thrilled which was unlike the fun loving boy. " uh mom, can I tell you something?"

"Sure?" this got her attention, from his demeanor it seemed to be bringing him down some. What could have happened to her little boy in the time she was sleeping? Did he hurt himself? Did he and Nala get into a fight?" what is it, son?"

"Mom…boys aren't supposed to push girls right?"

"Right." She was a little confused. "Did you push something, did you push Nala?"

"yes and no, Nuka did." hearing the name perked the mothers' ears up. Did he just say, Nuka.

"Son, who is."

"My cousin Nuka, he pushed Nala and I pushed him back." Simba and pushing someone else in the same sentence just didn't seem right to her. and Nuka was the last cub Simba should be pushing, Zira is like any mother, protective of her cub. Even over little petty cub play. This was not good.

"Son tell me what happened?" Simba sat and told his mother the whole story. Telling her what they were doing before the new cubs came, how he felt when Nuka and Vitani were there. He had mentioned that his sister seemed, nice and she smiled a lot. But Nuka. Nuka was bossy. He said how Nala was showing him how to play ispy and when he lost his turn and had to wait, he turned to go back but pushed Nala and his sister while doing so.

"And…and I told him, he had to say sorry because boys aren't supposed to push girls. But he didn't, he said a king didn't have too." And when Sarabi heard this, her heart sank. "He kept saying he was king and he didn't have to do anything…but mom, I'm future king of pride rock, like dad said! And I told him-he didn't believe me. He even said dad was dead and- and I got mad a pushed him." Simba finally confessed, feeling ashamed, like he should have known better. " I know I shouldn't have done it and I'm sorry but….he was being mean for no reason, and you and dad always say protect the pride. Nala my best friend I couldn't let him just do that." This almost brought the queen to tears. She couldn't believe it. and for a moment she didn't know what to say, how could she explain that now, times are changing. Things will be happening in their pride, and to him that his father didn't teach him. Rules that aren't going to be followed, and rules that are going to be forgotten. How can she explain that now, you have to a kingdom to rule, to destiny to follow. That what your father said to you- ever since you were born, day in and day out, is never going to happen. Like it was a lie. The simple answer was this, she couldn't tell him. Pride rock and who Simba was, it was in his blood and bones, it was who he was supposed to be. Apart of him, whether she liked it or not, it was his place. It was bound to it. but the thing that killed her most was that…he wanted it, he wanted to be like his father and rule and be a good king, and king all the animals liked. He wanted to be another great ruler- a Mufasa. And she's to tell her son, no. "Mom?" his voice broke her concentration. "Are you mad at me?" she leaned over a kissed him.

"No son, of course not. I'm proud of you. You did the right thing. I will never be mad at you as long as you do the right thing. And you're a good little boy, you will always do the right thing" He nuzzled his small head into her embrace, purring. Mother always know what to say and how to make you feel right. "I love you son." She held him tight.

When Scar reached pride rock and entered the den it was a little past noon now, and going into the early evening, the sun was till bright in the skies but now it cast a different shadow. He didn't see his daughter but his mate and son, and the two other lionesses that came with them. As he came into view Nuka sat up, fearful of what his father make think of him ' sitting in his mother paws' like a baby a weakling. Nuka didn't have to worry about that though, Zira would let him say no such thing about him. "What happened?" he asked, voicing true concern over the boy. "I came as soon as my hyena told me." Scar was oddly anxious, but no one else seemed to be- wasn't this a serious matter, if Nuka got hurt- for them to send for him? "Well?"

"That boy attacked Nuka." She stated.

"Boy?"

"Simba, he attacked our son!" Scar looked to Nuka for an explanation, knowing his mother she would say anything. And the brown lion knew his own nephew, maybe even better than his own cubs. And for him to outright attack Nuka, would just be out of his character.

"What did you do?" he asked his son, Zira couldn't believe her ears.

"what do you mean what did he do?!" referring to Nuka " you should be asking what did HE do! This is your son we're talking about here." Scar still looked to Nuka.

"He pushed me after I said I was going to be king of Pride rock. He got jealous of me dad!" and for the first time in his life, Scar could see the little cub of himself in his son. Jealously, oh how he knew that word well. Zira could see how her mate was responding too, it was different. He just stood there and looked at their son. So, hoping for the cards to fall in her favor, she spoke.

"Scar…" he voiced walking towards him "that's not the only thing either, it seems your daughter has taken a little liking to Sarabi's cub was well. Even defending him over her own blood. We need to do something."

"Something?" he asked, looking to her. still reflecting on the young Taka.

"Yes, something. Scar sweetie this is only the beginning, you know what jealousy can do to a lion. This is him as a cub now, but wait until he gets older…"

"he wouldn't do anything." He protested.

"With the mother, he has I wouldn't put it pass him." She brushed up beside him, giving in his favor, and showing him that she was now his side, 110%. "She still thinks she's queen, and obviously the boy thinks he is king. The small stuff now can turn into bigger things down the line-"

"What did you mean by jealousy?" was she referring to him.

"What I meant by that my love is, your parents made you jealous of your brother on purpose. They knew you were the rightful heir the rightful king. And where is your brother now?" dead…

"He's…"

"That's what our son could be, dead, if we do not do something about this. If Simba grows up thinking he's the rightful king…who's to say he won't try to take it from Nuka, from you! You're son is a reflection of you, and he is a reflection of Mufasa…do you really want that?" she stood beside him, her eyes looking over in the direction of the cub that still sat there, looking back at his parents as they talked about him. "He's not much now, but…give him a chance. He's your son- just like you, he is you, he's your legacy. We must protect it." and again for the first time, Scar could see his mate Zira as clear as day. How utterly devoted she was to making Scars legacy come true. Why he had done the nasty things to her was beyond him now- when all she ever did was love him. She was his wife and mate and now, she was going to be queen mother. She was by his side always, so now, he had to be by hers.

"You're right. I'll rally the lionesses, we will fix this, tonight."

Again, the blue hornbill had made his around about trip to the old mandrill, and again he received the same answer. A 'no'. These whispers seemed to be very convincing, because Zazu tried his best to persuade the old shaman to reconsider his earlier decision and to return back to pride rock with him. This time as he made his way back, he had a few choice words, he kept saying to himself about the whole…situation.

"Good kings, I've been gone all morning trying to connive that old shaman." He spoke to himself. " and I swear if Scar says anything about going back…while I'll…I'll… I'll give him a few choice words- that's what I'll do!" thinking about the moment that was surely going to unfurl within a few minutes. Zazu was almost at pride rock, and could faintly make out it's wide stature from the distance. The large rock casted a long shadow that seemed the tail for miles. Well, he really was gone all day. Evening was knocking of the savannah doorsteps and he spent the whole day flapping back and forth. "Oh great…" he voiced as he got every closer. "let the festivities begin…." Zazu land on pride rock, just outside of the den entrance. When he was about to enter, and announce himself before walking in- the last thing he wanted to do was walk in on the kings, other business- Scar had met him right at the den before he could even take a step. His green eyes filled either eagerness of the bird news.

"Well, where is he?" Getting right to the point.

"Sire, I am sorry to inform you but…he still refuses to come." Then a lioness came beside him, her eagerness and tempered matched her mates.

"What- what do you mean, Scar he can't do that…" she hissed under her breath. Geesh, wondered the blue hornbill, what was she so worked up for. Scar gave his mate a look that it didn't matter, things would still go as they had discussed.

"Rally the lionesses." He ordered.

"Excuse me? I'm sorry sire-"

"I said rally the lionesses- and the cubs too, tell them to meet in the common area."

"I will do sire but, I'm sure by now the lionesses are living for their evening hunt. Should I wait till they return?"

"If I would have wanted you to wait till they returned I would have told you." The bird looked perplexed. "Get them now!" he snapped with large white teeth. Zazu shot in the air.

"Right right, as you wish!" his feathers shaking as he flew. He turned tail as fast as it could in the direction of the pride land lioness. The king and Zira watched on, sucking their teeth with impatience.

"Come, let's get the cubs." Voiced Scar.

As Zazu made his way over to the lionesses, it was just as he suspected. The pride was gathering themselves up for the evening hunt. Somewhere walking outside of the den while others, stood already ready but patient for their slower sisters that took their time. He came to a land in the midst of them.

"Good evening!" he voiced, somewhat in a hurry. "Could someone please tell me where Sarabi is?" a lioness, Basha, pointed her head in the direction. The lioness herself was leaving the den with another lioness at her side. "Ah, my queen I have urgent news for you." He voiced, landing in front of her.

"Urgent? What's wrong?"

"Well, truthfully- nothing, but Scar has insisted everyone come to pride rock."

"Now, what for?" she asked.

"The kings only know, but he wants everyone there now- even the cubs." When Sarabi heard this, something in her gut got started to twist. That was odd, it seems like Scar is holding an…importance council of some sort. At least that's what it would mean when Mufasa would rally the lionesses, usually it be over an important matter the whole pride would have to discuss upon- not just the king. But what would Scar have to talk to them about? " I mean he's had me out all morning trying to convince Rafiki to come to pride rock for…whatever reason."

"Oh…"

"Yes, and whatever the matter is, we better not keep him waiting. I much rather not it snapped at today again…"

"Alright." Understanding the hornbill plea. She did as her good advisor suggested and gathered the rest of the pride, even getting young Simba and Nala up from their nap. On their way there Sarabi could help but think what this could all be about. Everything within her told her it had to have something to do with Nuka and Simba altercation, Zira was definitely the mind behind this probably. But she couldn't be for sure, maybe something had happened- of an important matter and the pride actually needed to discuss it. it was a long shot for that one, but it was something she hoped would happen. When pride rock came into view and the pride was making their way to the common area, they noticed this would not be a pride only thing. It seemed like every hyena under Scars' reign was sitting or standing of every other step that lead up to the den of their old home. Each hyena eyeing and snapping at the pride, for fun and laughs. When they reached the common area a tension could be felt was Sarabi followed by her lionesses and cubs made their way to the center common. The new royal family were sitting just above them, watching as they approached. It didn't take long for Zira and Sarabi eyes to lock. The brown lion watched on emotionlessly as he waited for the lioness to all sit before him, when they did, he rose.

"My pride, you must all be wondering why I called for all of you today- and so inconveniently right before your last hunt." Yes, they did, but they weren't going to say anything. In fact, the faster he got on to talk about- whatever it is he wanted to talk about, the sooner they might be able to make a late nights meal. "Don't worry I won't have to wait a moment more." He seemed to be begging the question. "But an incident has occurred on the royal family, an incident that needs to be handled correctly." He began. " I know all of you are opposed of the introduction of my family- and honestly I really don't care of what you think. Disliking is fine, but harming…see that is another story." The pride began to whisper among themselves, what was he talking about? 'harming' no one would 'harm' the royal family, not that they are even close enough to do such a thing. But honestly, Zira and her braty cubs are of no concern to anyone- so what could he be talking about. Suddenly the mother felt a tap on her back leg. She turned to see Simba, large eyes glaring up at her.

"…is he talking about me mom?" he asked, worried sick. He didn't want to get in trouble.

"No son, he's-" but she was interpreted by Scar speech. Sarabi looked up to see Zira and Scar both looking at her. she made sure to block Simba from their sights, as she knew whatever they were going to say was going to be directed at her.

"Do you have something to say Sarabi?" he asked. Black brow raised to a high arch.

"No." she voiced. "I don't."

"That maybe but, I think your son has something to say?" Sarabi bit her lip. Suddenly, like ghost creeping in the night, a small hyena snatched Simba from behind his mother.

"Mom!" he yelled, being yanked from the floor. His cries where also echoed with another scream from Nala who saw her best friend being grabbed from right beside her. the lionesses turned with hectically to see silence dogs approaching them.

"Simba?! Simba?!" cried his mother as she looked over the small crowd of moving bodies. Her life paused as she watched him get taken to the center of the floor. Hyenas bite at her and pushed her and the prideback. Popped on the floor, Simba looked up wide eyed and shaking to the figures above him. Scar had had Nuka had his side.

"Tell us what happened son?" being the son of a master drama king, Nuka had his tears ready and on cue as he talk about his horrendous experience being attacked by Simba.

"Well….i-I was out playing with Vitani…a-and we had ran into them. T-they were playing a game and we asked to play…w-when Simba wasn't being fair, I went to leave-I accidently pushed his friend…i-I was going to turn around and saw sorry…b-but before I could he ran and attacked me!" tears fell from his eyes has he raised his forearm exposing the dark, round wound from his pervious fall. "i…I know a king shouldn't run away b-but I thought he was going to hurt me…and my sister!" the cub cried into this father shoulder, he was shocked about the last part, he didn't remember the cub telling him that earlier. Maybe it was due to him being worked up that he didn't hear his information.

"Take him back to his mother." Scar voiced. To one of Zira lionesses. He watched his son, limp away. It pulled at the king's heart. He slowly turned to his to Simba, the looks scared the boy so much he had to remind himself to breath. He was lost in the eyes of his uncle as he stared down at him. His heart thumping out of his chest. "So, you attacked my son?" his voice, dim and monotoned. Simba said nothing…he didn't know where to find his words to speak. the want-to-be-queen was loosing her patience.

"Say something!" she growled, baring her fangs " Say something of the kings help you I'll-"

"Sorry!" he blurted out, a single tear sunning down his eye. "I'm sorry…"

"Sorry for what? What are you sorry for?!"

"f-for…attacking Nuka." Simba knew in his heart he did not attack the brown cub- and his mother well when the cub was lying. Her son had told her the truth, it was an accident and he was defending Nala. But the cub lacked the courage, let alone the voice to tell his truth. It just sat their shaking in fear, he had never in his young life been in trouble on a scale like this. Everyone was watching him, adults were yelling at him, he couldn't be with his mother…all he could do was sit there, and cry. Like the young innocent cub he was. Not the monster Nuka and Zira were making him out to be. "I'm-"

"That's not good enough!" Zira rose from where she and Nuka sat. and walked up to her mate that the edge of the platform. " You called my son a liar? Telling him he is not the true king!" then Sarabi knew what this was about, and she had to put a stop to this immediately. "Huh? Did you or did you not attack my son, because he is going to be king-"

"Stop this Scar! Stop it now!" she voiced, he knew she was going nothing more but to humiliate her son in front of everyone. "He said he was sorry! It was an accident!"

"Accident?! Did you not see the bruises on my son?! He did this on purpose! And you're just backing him!" sneered Zira "He needs to be taught a lesson!" tension where on high was the circle on snapping hyenas grew closer and closer to the trapped lionesses, and the pondering look on Scar face on what Zira had just said.

"Scar! He learned his lesson, he's a cub!" she panted "…It was an accident, ask your daughter-"

"You will NOT bring my daughter into this!" she voiced, interesting enough the little girl was no where to be found. She could be the even player when deciding Simba fate, his true fate. But she was nowhere to be found.

"…h-He's a cub!" his mother voiced again.

"Cubs grow up!..." voiced Zira, and that was very true. "Who is king of pride rock?!" she asked the cub, "Who is king?!" Simba looked back to his mother, should he answer…what if it's not the right answer…

"…My uncle…"

"So who is next in line." A very simple question, with a very hard answer. He should be next in line, he should be the next king. His father was the rightful king, his dad told him he would be king, and Rafiki even announced it at his royal presentation when he was just a newborn cub. It just made sense…from the look the young cub carried on his face. He knew who he thought should be king, and who shouldn't. "You see…" she turned to her mate." He still thinks he is next in line, you know what a danger could be to OUR son."

"Yes, I do." The king, thinking of he and his brother own predicament. The king got up and walked from his high perch to is nephew. All eyes were on him as he descending and everyone was speechless. He placed a paw on the crying cubs back. "Ah simba, you know I love you right."

"..y..yes…" he quivered.

"You're like a son to be, right?"

"y…yes…"

"But that is a problem saying that I have my own , you both can't be king of priderock, can you?"

"…n-no…I don't think so…"

"Well then." He wiped the boys tear from his and looked to his mother. " You know the answer to this Sarabi." Voice cutting right at her. "Un-claim Simba and step down as queen, forever. I will be lenient, just once. I do not appreciate threats to my legacy." There was an uproar among the pride, this was outrageous, ridiculous- he could not do this! They voiced their opinion loudly but the only one that actually counted was not being heard. By this time Zazu as at her feet, a wing on her shoulder in this pressing time.

"My queen…" he whispered… "If you do this…you will use all power, you'll be at the mercy of him…"

"I…I already am Zazu…" she voiced, her eyes never leaving her cub, who sat tucked under his uncle arm, at any moment Sarabi knew, he could end him.

"and Simba, what will become of a male lion growing up in a kingdom where he cannot rule?" exile was the answer, for all male cubs born outside of the royal family, exile was the surefire way to keep the royal ones cubs safe from any threats. Sarabi knew the other option could mean death, and Scar was being very gracious with his request.

"I Have…"

"But Sarabi-"

"MY SON-IS THE ONLY THINGS THAT MATTERS…" she stressed though clenched teeth. Doing what she was about to do right now, was killing her, relinquishing her pride, and herself in the new royal families paws, was devastating. Everything within her, pride, dignity, honor was telling her….'No'- but that chance of losing Simba that would kill her. she would have dug her grave now if anything would have happened to him. When Sarabi lifted her head, the crowd went silent. With a heavy heart she spoke "…I…I relinquish my title …and my sons name to the throne. Nuka will be the rightful king." Dead stillness as the pride huge their heads low in grievance, they had lost their finest queen. Sarabi stopped the tears from falling as she looked upon the face of her sisters. She then looked to Zira with a ' are you satisfied' expression, the soon to be new queen, didn't hide her flattering smirk.

"I know that was hard for you." Spoke her brother. "But, you did the right thing for the pride and Simba- now we can truly move on." He then petted Simba on the forehead, and ran his paw down his small spine. "he will be coming with me." he voiced in a hushed tone, but not so hush that the lioness from across him could not hear what he had said. Her mouth dropped.

"What?...No! you can't do this…" Scar said nothing, he picked Simba up by the scruff of his neck. And took the small boy back up the steps of pride rock, away from his pride and mother. Sarabi was hysterical, but her cries went on deaf ears. " Scar you can't do this! -Give me back my son-MY SON!" Simba saw his mother was being blocked and bullied by the pack of hyenas that she tried to tare though. With all the noise and emotions, He didn't know what was going on. He looked to his uncle to mother, to Zazu flapping his scatting wings, to Nala who clung to her mother legs, to Zira to gave a long scowled. But know of the faces hit him most as to the face Nuka wore. As he sat back, protected by the lioness, the cub wore cocky face that show nothing but him feeling sure inner self-redemption from his embarrassed that Simba had caused him earlier. Now they were even.