Simba x reader

             You had just gotten back from watch duty. Hopefully you could get the nights hunting off since you spent so long at the watering hole instead of saving your energy like the other hunters. As you tred along the path up to pride rock you passed by a group of lionesses whispering about something. You tune your ears, trying to pick up what theyre saying. Its then you wish you hadn't. Sarabi has died from her illness. You rush up the path, praying to the stars that it isnt true. Sarafina was sat outside the den with her head hung low, the quiet grieving wails of Simba could be heard echoing through the cavern. 

            Shock filled your eyes. You stumble backwards, knocking a pebble down the path. Simba turns his head and locks eyes with you from the den. His eyes burned with a frustrated rage. He raises his paw high into the air and brought it down, flinging dust at you. You shrink away, your ears flattening against your head. The elderly Sarafina apologizes to you and enters the den to comfort the grieving king. You scramble to turn away and make your way back down the path. Never before have you seen Simba turn on one of his own lions. Kasi meets you at the bottom, seeing the fear in your eyes. She puts her tail on your shoulder to steady you "What's got you all shaken up?" She asks.

          You let out a sigh "Its about King Simba. I disturbed him on accident and he flung dust at me," You explain. Kasi tilts her head "He could have done worse, come on. Lets go find a shady spot to rest. You've been out all day, and the hunters should be back soon." With the moon lighting your path you make your way down to a cave near the base of pride rock. Its pretty barren, but fairly hidden away. its the perfect spot to get away as not many lionesses know how to get to it without pulling a claw trying to climb through shrubbery. 

        Later that night a meeting is called to announce the former queens death. You follow a crowd of lionesses as they make the journey to the lion burial grounds, where the most honored of the dead are put to rest. Simba is already there, and Sarabi is already buried. Simba looks at the surrounding lions with a tired gaze "The stars have gained a huntress tonight. May Sarabi, the former queen of the pride lands, watch over us and guide us through this most troubling of times."

      You look to the stars shining brightly. Though you dont dare to question his words out loud, you have no clue what he's talking about. You come from a pride far away, where the dead are just gone. As you watch the stars glimmer and soft moonlight dance in the eyes of your grief-stricken pride mates, you begin to ponder your own mortality. Then a terrible idea hits you like a swipe to the head; Simba has no more living relatives, so what happens if he dies without an heir?