The Lion Guard: Simba's Devotion

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

Simba and Rafiki were spending time together at The Meadow.

"Rafiki, I love my kingdom, and I want to always protect it." Simba said.

"You are doing a marvelous job, Mufasa is very proud of you." Rafiki said warmly.

Simba sighed, and glanced up.

"I wish Dad was here" he said quietly.

"I know" Rafiki said gently.

Suddenly, Simba's expression softened.

"Nala tells me Mari wants to learn about hunting" he said.

Rafiki chuckled.

"Marigold is growing up very fast. She certainly is a darling cub" he said.

"I am very proud of her. I love her, and I want what's best for her" Simba said.

"She is surrounded by those that love her. There is nothing else that can be given to that darling child" Rafiki said.

Simba nodded.

"Shall we go to Pride Rock and see her?" He asked.

Rafiki stood up, and reached to grasp his stick.

"I would love too" he said.

He and Simba began to head back to Pride Rock.

When they reached Pride Rock, Mari rushed out to greet them,

Rafiki chuckled as Mari bowled Simba over.

Simba stood up, and rubbed his paw against Mari's cheek.

"Hello, Mari. Have you had a good day?" He asked.

Mari nodded.

"Kion's been patrolling all day." She said grumpily.

Simba and Rafiki exchanged a glance.

Rafiki stepped forward, and bent to press his muzzle against Mari's cheek.

"Darling, would you like to hear a story?" He asked.

Mari nodded eagerly.

Simba settled down, and pulled Mari into his paws.

"What story do you want to hear?" Rafiki asked.

"Yeh-Yeh and the drought" Mari said sleepily.

Rafiki chuckled and began the story.