An older piece from quite some time ago, when I had a TLK Spinoff/carry-on idea in my head and loved to write x3
Enjoy.

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It had been nought but a few months since Simba had seemngly 'rescued' Kiara from Kovu and Zira, and since then, his paranoia and over-protection had risen to an almost unbareable level. Nala had, over moons, urged him to seek help from the Desertland Pride, the Nunt'zi Pride, that lived to the far east of the Pridelands. In fact, their territory was one past the Outlands. Simba had, at first, refused violently, claiming he needed no help from other prides, from no-one, to keep the Outlander threat at bay, but his actions, grounding Kiara to Priderock, proved otherwise, hovering over pridemembers, always on the look out, staring towards the Outlands...he was at breaking point and eventually, Nala took matters into her own paws and informed him that a meeting at been arranged between Lord Harkron, his advisors and Simba and his chosen lionesses. Again, Simba raged, furious about how Nala had gone behind his back, wondering at what price this meeting had been arranged.
"If a cub has been created because of this..." he fumed.
"Calm yourself, Simba. No cub, just a promise of no force and a show of good-will" rasped his irritated wife.
No more was said about the matter, untill the day came.

The Pridelanders made the journey in the early hours of the morning, Simba and Nala heading the party of two other lionesses. The number had been agreed, two lionesses only. The journey was made in good speed and the Pridelanders reached the place of meeting in good time, early afternoon and Simba set eyes on his fathers ally for the first time.

The Desertlanders consisted of their Lord and Lady, two lionesses and...a cub? Simba wrinkled his nose is a mixture of annoyance and confusion. Why bring a cub to politics? They had no understanding of the concepts of forging friendships and allies. They had no place here.

Lord Harkon, a tan male with creamy points and a slim yet full chocolate mane and stunning blood orange eyes was resting next to his Lady, a paler tan with creamy points and stone cold blue/grey eyes. The two looking formidable and Simba was breifly reminded of Kiara, as Fazidah did bare a striking resemblance to her, minues the nose, eyes and outstretched claws. His eyes narrowed again as they contonued their approach, no, she was not Kiara, or anythingm like, apart from her coat colour.
He noted an extremely pale lioness standing with a cub to their right, and a creamy tan lioness above the leading lions on the rock ledge above them. He noted their size and although all the lions were not as "well-fed" as the Pridelanders, they were certainly not as thin as the Outlanders...certainly not malnourished.

As Simba approached, Harkron raised his head and Fazidah turned hers to look at them. Her cool gaze matched her husbands as they jumped down from their rocky perch, their lionesses and single cub moving into more stratigic positions, the cub taking her position on the rock the lead Lions had been on before, looking down with curious eyes. That was Mamba.
The lightest of the lionesses had striking fire orange eyes and other other had almsot the same hued eyes as her queen, her tuft lighter than her pelt tinged with grey, although she was not at all old or getting on in years.

With the lionesses behind them, both monarchs and their Queens moved forward to converse, a dip of the head to show respect and then, the politics began.

"King Simba, son of Mufasa. I hear from your Queen, that you are asking for the Nunt'zi Prides' power and assistance with the urspers' self-proclaimed queen, Zira." rumbled Harkron, his voice was deep and reverberated in his chest.
"That is correct, Lord Harkron. I fear Zira will attempt to re-take the pridelands by force and possibly, other means. She made her hostility clear at our last meeting." Simba replied steadily.
Harkron rumbled and nodded, sinking onto his haunches, sitting in the long grass as the sun rose, Farizdah and the lionesses followed his lead, and Simba flicked his tail, signalling his own pridemembers could relax. Both his lionesses did so, but Nala and himself remained standing.

"If I had been thrown from a pride, I would also show hostility..." murmured the other lion, his tail scything through the dry grass.

"I came to you for you were an ally of my fathers' and I hoped to rekindle our prides alliances since my uncles' reign is now over." Simba hastily added, his mouth dry.
Harkron rumbled again, thinking the younger lion over.
"No, my PRIDE was your fathers ally. I only know of Mufasa, never knew him, for I was only a youngster, like Mamba over there, when he passed." he paused again. "But, from what I can tell, allying myself with you would not be a bad idea." He watched Simbas' hope rise in his eyes and then added with a small smirk. "But helping you against Zira, would be the worst move I could make for my pride."
Disappointment, darkness and rage clouded Simbas' eyes faster than any stampede.

"And why would you..." he began before a rustling in the grass alerted both parties and Simba whipped his head around and his face fell even further as his daughter, Kiara fell through the spiky stems.
"Kiara! What are you doing here! I told you to stay at home, you could have been killed, a counciol meeting of Monarchs is no place for a child!" he hissed, hoping to get a postive apology from her, but instead she ignored him and walked right up to Harkron.
"Why won't you help my father against Zira, what's he ever done to you?" she whined.
Harkron chuckled, looking down at her, his eyes clearly mocking as he glanced back up to Simba, who was fuming in his fur, Nala moving forward to grab Kiara and drag her back to them.
"Sit there and stay there, this time." She snapped and then as an afterthought; "And shut-up this time." she growled before looking back at the two Desertland Monarchs, her back straight and face solid, trying to hide her embarrasment.

"Politics is no place for a child, Simba? I must disagree, which is why we brought Mamba." chimed in Farizdah, her voice light but with a heavy undertone of danger, as she shifted her weight.
"A council meeting should always be attended by a cub, so they can learn the way of politics. Ruling a kingdom is not just an ability to stand on top of a big rock and roar. Any lion can do that." she smirked, earning a chuckle from both back-up lionesses.
"Hey, that's not..."
"Shut-up, Kiara!" snapped her parents.

"My, my, and what manners." purred Harkron in amusement, enjoying watching the King squirm a little too much.
"Obviously allowed to get away with what she wants, apart from being next in line to rule" added Farizdah. Oh it was no secret Kiara didn't want to rule the Pridelands and with Simbas' overbearing nature since the dissapearance of his son getting worse, there was no doubt why she didn't want to rule.
Simba took a breath. "What happens internally in the training of a current heir is of no concern to you, Harkron."
At this Harkrons' eyes seem to light up, and he seemed to grow, now at Simbas size, he had appeared slightly smaller than the other, but now, he stood to his full height and laughed, low and mocking once again.
"Oh, but it is, King Simba," he taunted. "And this is why I will not ally my pride with you..."
"But I thought you just said..."
"No!" Harkron interrupted, his voice like thunder. "I said it would not be a bad idea, but I never agreed on it. And I say now; I will not ally the Desertlands with the Pridelands, nor the Nunt'zi with the Pridelanders." he stepped forward with one paw. [ character count exceded]

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I may post the rest on tumblr, if anyone asks for it, but that's a snippet.
All portrayed characters & image (c) myself. References obviously used.