When Kamaria reached the back of Pride Rock, Simba was already waiting for her.
"Sit Kamaria," Simba said as the lioness obeyed and sat with her head bowed.
"sire my name is Kamaria, I'm a rogue and I want to say thank...."
Simba gentley cut her off, "slow down, and repeat your name."
"My name is Kamaria your majasty."
"How did you come accross Nala?"
"Who?"
Kamaria inquired, pretending ignurance, "my queen my mate, Nala," Simba explained.
"Oh," Kamaria paused, 'what should I say' she thought.
"Nala saw me while your lionesses were hunting and I guess she thought I needed help so I watched her go back with the others and when I was about to leave she came and found me."
"That all?" Simba inquired, stretching to leave.
"Yes king Simba, that's all."
"How long will you stay?"
"However long you'll have me, I don't have a pride of my own but, I'm not trying to impose I'd be an extra mouth to feed and besides Nala and the others don't care about...." Kamaria stopped realizing her mistake.
"Tell me the truth Kamaria, how do you know how the others feel?"
"Just by the way they looked at me, your majasty."
Simba sighed and tried to keep his judgement of this lioness to a mimmimual and tried to push the nagging thoughts out of his mind.
"Alright Kamaria, you can stay for as long as you need to but as for perminittely living here, that is something I'll have to talk over with Nala and the rest of the pride."
"Oh, of course sire, thank you your majasty king Simba!"
She bowed low to him, her head touching his paws; as Nala watched from inside the den,.
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"There's something about that new lioness," Sarrobbie said to her son as they walked together beside the wateringhole.
"huh?"
Simba asked as he turned to face his mother.
"My son, you haven't noticed?"
"No," Simba admitted sheepishly.
"For a king you certainly aren't observant," Sarrobbie playfully chited.
"Mom seriously, what have I been missing?"
Simba asked as he ducked a paw full of water his mother tried to throw on him, it missed his head and spplashed over his fur, leaving sparkling streeks of clear blue down his back.
"Mom!" Simba shouted as the mother and son tumbled into the hole.