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Characters: Simba and Simisola
Au: Golden Queen

Many thoughts were going through the mind of young Simisola, her thoughts laid heavy on her mind, it was not rare seeing the princess of the pridelands, being the second born, daughter to Simba, the king of the pridelands and his second consort, Ide, the Duchess of Prideands, many said that Simisola was a thoughtful child and very queit, like her great aunt, Khaya, with their wandering minds and similar positions born as the second heirs to their parents, many could tell and watch and pray to the great kings that their lives shall not follow the same path.

"Simi, my sweetness". Called Simba, his voice was filled with warmth and fondness as he looked at his beloved daughter, who remained him so much of his dearest aunt
"Papa, what is my place in the pridelands?, Kia has the throne while I have nothing". Sighed Simisola, her red eyes looking over where Kiara and Nala laid together, peacefully as they lazily talked about their day
"You, my Simisola, will be the next queen of the pridelands, along with your sister". Informed Simba, his tone was soft and understanding on how his daughter's thoughts and worries of not doing enough for her kingdom
"Papa, why does it feel like, Kiara always gets the attention, while I am always known as the spare". Said Simisola.
"How about I give, you more lessons? and may make you the leader of your hunting party and guard?". Asked Simba, his voice was calming and gentle
"Thank you, papa!". smiled Simisola

Description
Characters: Simba and Simisola
Au: Golden Queen

Many thoughts were going through the mind of young Simisola, her thoughts laid heavy on her mind, it was not rare seeing the princess of the pridelands, being the second born, daughter to Simba, the king of the pridelands and his second consort, Ide, the Duchess of Prideands, many said that Simisola was a thoughtful child and very queit, like her great aunt, Khaya, with their wandering minds and similar positions born as the second heirs to their parents, many could tell and watch and pray to the great kings that their lives shall not follow the same path.

"Simi, my sweetness". Called Simba, his voice was filled with warmth and fondness as he looked at his beloved daughter, who remained him so much of his dearest aunt
"Papa, what is my place in the pridelands?, Kia has the throne while I have nothing". Sighed Simisola, her red eyes looking over where Kiara and Nala laid together, peacefully as they lazily talked about their day
"You, my Simisola, will be the next queen of the pridelands, along with your sister". Informed Simba, his tone was soft and understanding on how his daughter's thoughts and worries of not doing enough for her kingdom
"Papa, why does it feel like, Kiara always gets the attention, while I am always known as the spare". Said Simisola.
"How about I give, you more lessons? and may make you the leader of your hunting party and guard?". Asked Simba, his voice was calming and gentle
"Thank you, papa!". smiled Simisola