"Why her.."You said.your voice a slight whisper as you made sure no one heard your comment.As you watch her from your den.Your figure practically covered in it's shadow.Only your paws,muzzle and chest illuminated by the sun's soft heated assault.You sigh to yourself.

Your tail flickering behind you in the shade mildly irritatedly.You see every lioness in the pride praising her.as they congratulate her on being queen.Her expression one of gratitude and happiness.

You roll your eyes.Your face masked by the shadow across your face,acting like a fake blindfold.But you could see perfectly fine the sort of 'confident' act she was putting up,to gain more favor.You scoffed.Simba suddenly descended down pride rock,his steps relaxed and contemplative as he walked toward Kiara.

a soft smile sticking to his muzzle.as he nuzzled her cheek affectionately,she chuckled softly.her expression soft.this made your blood boil even more.Why couldn't you be her..?You practically were queen material.You are Scar's heir aswell.Though after Zira was killed they took the outlanders in.

But now your starting to prefer the Outlands better than the Pridelands.The constant reminder of your anticipated role,always reminded you will never be one.You scowl softly.The pride then had a whole coronation.you didn't attend it.You watched from afar.Your eyes narrowing with spite.

"Hey,where is {Y/N}?"she asked everyone softly,her expression curious and confused.