Chapter 18: King of the Pridelands
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Kblade: Finally I managed to turn my laptop on and to write the conclusion you're waiting for. I think I will publish a new story today. It will be longer than this one. And I hope you'll enjoy :)
Simba was lucky that he got only smaller injuries during the fight. They weren't important right now, anyway. The important thing was that he was now King.
"I can't believe I did it," Simba said looking around the palace.
"Of course you did it," Sarabi said and hugged her son.
"Yeah Simba. Now we have to make it official," Nala said.
"What do we have to make official?," he asked confused.
"That the Kingdom has a new King," she smiled lovingly.
"But… More than a half of my subjects left their homes for a better life!,"
"That's what news are for," she said and pulled her mobile phone out.
"What happened here?," Zazu came flying right into Simba with a suspicious expression on his face.
"Zazu?,"
"Who are you? Wait! Don't answer it! Mufasa?,"
"Do I really look that much like my father?," Simba laughed a bit.
"Simba? You're alive? You're alive! You're the King! Sorry your Highness, but I'm so excited and happy!,"
"It's okay Zazu. You don't need to…" he couldn't finish.
"Simba c'mon out on the balcony!," Nala grabbed his paw.
"What? Nala why did you call the news!," he whispered.
"Show yourself to them!,"
"SIMBA! SIMBA! SIMBA!," the crowd cheered.
"I thought if everything! Here's a microphone!,"
"Wow Nala, calm down,"
"I can't,"
"Where are Timon and Pumbaa?,"
"Right behind ya buddy!," Timon said smiling for the first time he came here.
"Go on with your speech!," Pumbaa said.
"Speech? I don't even have a speech!," Simba protested.
"Improvise! Now speak!," Nala said.
"Rhmm… Well… hello guys. I'm glad that you came here just that you could see me. I know the story about Scar destroying the Kingdom, but you can now feel relieved, because his reign is over. I have an exciting announcement to make, too. The Kingdom will soon welcome the new heir to the throne. The lucky lioness who carries my child is here right behind me. Nala. C'mon say hello to the crowd," he whispered.
"WHAT? YOU GOT HER PREGNANT?," Timon yelled.
"Calm down!," Sarabi said.
"What are you doing?," Nala whispered.
"It's payback time," he winked playfully.
"Give me that," she took the microphone from his hand, "It's me. Is this live? Rhmm… Anyway… I'm sure King Simba will get things back in order. To all former Pridelanders who are watching this, please come back! We need you! Everything will be soon back to normal. We will build new buildings, schools, restaurants, everything! Together! We can do it!,"
"LONG LIVE KING SIMBA! LONG LIVE QUEEN NALA!," the crowd yelled.
"I'm not the Queen," Nala said.
"You'll soon be," Simba said and kissed her gently.
Everyone who has seen the news that night, decided to return to their beloved Kingdom. It was their home. Their only home. Scar ruined it all, but with a fair and wise King things started to go back to normal.
9 MONTHS LATER…
"Whahh…!,"
"Oh c'mon! Not again!," Simba put a pillow over his ears.
"This is our new alarm clock. Get up! We need to present him,"
"Why this early?," he slowly got up.
"Because I have to change his diaper, I have to nurse him… I have to do all the work!,"
"Don't give me that feeling to feel guilty! If you want I'll change his diaper,"
"Thanks honey," she kissed him and winked seductively.
"Oww… YUCK! What did you give him to eat last night?," Simba said disgusted.
"He doesn't eat yet. He feeds on my milk. Did you forget that?,"
"No… but…"
"Are you done?," she already pulled one nipple out of her bra.
"Here you go,"
"Where is my little boy? My sweet, little boy! You know Simba, parenthood is great! Our children will be so happy!,"
"Eh… You want more?," he smiled nervously.
"Of course I do!," she said putting her son on the bed to choose her clothes for today.
"Really?,"
"Simba!,"
"I just thought you have had enough,"
"I love children, you know that. It's totally different to have one of your own,"
"I'm done. Can we go?,"
"Mhmm…" she picked him up and opened the big balcony door,"
The friendly baboon Rafiki was already waiting outside for them. He picked up the baby and showed him to his subjects. They started to sing the same song they sang to his father twenty years ago.
Till you find your place
On your throne all golden
You'll be our
Our little Prince…
The circle was now complete.
THE END