A/N: Hi all!
Here I am again, with another one-shot about Scar. He's so fun to write about!
Anyways I hope this isn't to confusing for anyone, it kind of switches quickly.
Please RR and tell me what you think, I love hearing from all of you that read this, Please don't be shy!
Don't forget to RR!
Thank you so much that you do, it really does mean a lot!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything dealing with the lion king.
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You can't change me; everyone has tried.
Ok, not really anyone has tried; alright I confess no one has tried to change me. They all just take me for the things that I had done, or didn't do, or would never do. Perhaps that is why no one has tried to know me, to look in to my eyes and see the true me. The honest Scar, the suitable, true, genuine, remarkable king that I know I am. They just don't want to see it; they don't want to admit that I'm better than Mufasa was that I'm better than Simba would have been. They can not even fathom, comprehend, understand, consider, think, believe, trust, nor accept me as the true king.
Why is that?
Why aren't I accepted?
Do they know that I killed my brother?
Could they be aware of the fact that I killed my nephew?
All these things are impossible for my subjects to discover about there suitable, true, genuine, remarkable king.
So tell me, what could it be then? I have lain upon this hard unforgiving rock for hours, brooding about my subjects and how they perceive of me as there leader.
Am I doing a good job with making them happy?
According to Sarabi, no I am not doing my kingly duties very well. However, who is she anyway? She was only the queen, my brother's strikingly beautiful wife, a magnificent lioness, the mother of the future king. She was not my mother, come to think of it. She was not the mother of Nala either.
Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala, Nala.
I could utter that delightful beautiful name for days and days and never tire of the way it roles off my tongue.
She is stunning, gorgeous, appealing, compassionate, affectionate, and most of all; adoring.
After I made her be of course, come to think of it; I guess you could throw in the affectionate part as well.
Alright, I know she does not adore me, but I know she adores our cub.
I know all those words of hate were for me; the tears as well.
Contrary to what Sarabi and the subjects think, I do love her, and our son.
Our son Nuka. Looking at him, you wouldn't even think he was the result of Nala and me. That damn lioness, I told her to take care of herself during the pregnancy. He looks too much like me though.
I do love him.
I do love her, though she wouldn't believe me when I told her. Perhaps she didn't believe me because it was during the act of conception of my heir.
Yes, that could be a factor.
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