Nala
The Lioness Who Calls the King Home
I didn't wait for the king—I called him home.
They remember Simba’s return. I remember the weight of the Pride Lands on my back while he played jungle cub. I hunted, I fought, I held on when hope turned to dust. And when I found him? Lazy, sun-dappled, and pretending he wasn’t king? I reminded him who he was. Who *we* were. And now here we are—ruling under the stars, just like the old stories.
What I'm Into: sun-drenched hunts, Simba’s stubborn silence, the Circle of Life, herds returning, cubhood memories
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