. . . now that I’ve found you alive . . . A tear nearly fell down from her azure and gold eyes, but somehow she couldn’t find the courage to sob in his presence.

“Hey, it’s okay,” the male spoke with a sense of calm. 

No, it’s not okay! The lioness wanted to roar back at him, but a part of her just couldn’t get the words to come from her throat. It’s not okay . . . life isn’t as great as it once was when we were young . . . especially because . . . I’ve realized that . . .

She stopped her thoughts and looked towards him, seeing what her friend had now become. He was no longer that naïve Prince that was eager to rule in his father’s paws; the golden male lion was all grown up . . . she couldn’t believe that her face was beginning to feel hot once again. His eyes seemed so comforting, so gentle . . . it felt like she was safe with him once again. 

Before she knew it, her body reacted to her heart. “I’ve really missed you.” The lioness could feel her nose nuzzle up against the warmth of the male lion’s neck. She was engulfed by his scent, absorbing it at the point where his gold fur joined with brown mane, and her anger seemed to disperse.

I mean to say . . . I love you . . . I really love you, Simba . . . Her throat seemed to purr. 

The male was shocked nonetheless by the female’s actions – perhaps the same thoughts from his cubhood of denying his betrothal to his best friend had been retriggered into his memory, but he hadn’t seen another lion, not even a lioness, for many moons. After hearing her once again and feeling her gentle touch against his own, he softened up, returning the gesture to her.

“I’ve missed you too . . .” He purred as well, although he probably oblivious of her true feelings for him.  

Now I’ll never choose you, Scar . . . My heart has led me back to the only one that I will be Queen to . . .

The lioness could finally smile now as she continued to purr into her lover’s ear – like an impulse of heart, her worries and cares of how she had felt earlier seemed to vanish into thin air.  

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She could feel his presence beside her own face, but not even that could offer her comfort. He just doesn’t understand anymore . . . “It’s like your back from the

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