The Pridelands filled with excitement the day that Princess Kiara gave birth to her cub. A potential future queen, though not likely, didn’t call for any less of a celebration. A spring breeze blew through the air, whispering into the Pride Rock caverns, and ruffling the fur of a glowing mother.
Kiara smiled down at the small bundle of fur nestled between her paws. She and Kovu were ecstatic with their newfound life of parenthood. They’d waited for several months after their coupling to try and conceive, as they did not want to take spotlight away from her brother, Kion, who’d recently reached adulthood and was the talk of the kingdom; a handsome, powerful lion living within the pride and aiding the land with his Lion Guard of not so lion members.
Today was her day though, as she loved the spoiling grins from her father, Simba, and the loving nods and whispers from her mother, Nala, as they met their new grandchild. Kiara was fearful of her ability to be a mother, and Kovu anxious of his ability to raise a cub, worried he’d been too tainted from his own childhood with Zira to even know how to be loving towards a cub, but she had faith in him; faith in their relationship, that they’d raise the best little cub the Pridelands had ever seen.
She waited silently in the caverns, unable to take her eyes off of the cub. Kiara smiled as she lowered her head and gently breathed in the breath of her baby. She nuzzled the small tuft of fur already fluffed up on the top of her tiny head.
“My sweet, sweet cub,” she whispered, watching as the bundle squirmed and yawned at the sound of her voice, “may you know no fear, and only love; you have the entirely of a proud lineage standing behind you, willing to give their life for you…” she flinched slightly, as she reluctantly thought of harm coming to her cub. Kiara blinked the tears from her eyes and sniffed the warm, milky scent of her cub’s tummy.
“I will name you… Akina,” she started, smiling again as she looked on at her daughter, who was now nuzzling into the pad of her paw, “so you will never go without knowing that you are loved. You’ll forever have a bond with your family, whether it be blood or spirit, it will never be broken…”
Akina mewled pathetically between her mother’s paws, as if she were protesting the name and already displaying signs of her feisty personality. Kiara purred and proudly perched over her cub, awaiting the ceremony that was soon to come to introduce her to Simba’s Kingdom.
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