The Lion Guard: Simba and Nala's Coronation

Author's Note: This is a flashback fanfic.

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

On Pride Rock, Simba and Nala were settled down outside the den.

The pride was assembled behind them.

"It's finally time." Simba said.

Nala nodded.

"Everything will be fine." She said gently.

She and Simba glanced up as Rafiki approached.

"Everyone has gathered." Rafiki said.

Simba nodded.

He glanced behind him.

"Mom, Sarafina, come here." He said.

Sarabi and Sarafina padded forward.

"You'll be fine, Simba." Sarabi said.

She pressed her muzzle against Simba’s cheek.

"Thanks, Mom." Simba answered.

Sarabi watched Rafiki lead Simba and Nala to the Peak.

Rafiki cleared his throat.

"Today I shall perform a very special ceremony. The coronation of a new king and queen." He said.

He placed his palm on Simba's shoulder.

"Prince Simba, do you promise to protect and care for all that you rule over until the end of your days?" Rafiki asked.

Simba nodded.

"I solemnly promise so to do." He said.

Rafiki's expression softened.

"I now anoint you as King Simba of the Pridelands." He said loudly.

As the Pridelanders and the animals cheered, Rafiki gestured for silence.

"Now, you must roar" He said.

He watched Simba move forward, and turned to Nala.

“Nala, do you promise to protect and care for all that you rule over, and to also provide support and strength to your mate as his loyal consort?" He asked.

Nala nodded.

Rafiki pressed his palm against her shoulder.

"I now anoint you as Queen Nala of the Pridelands." He said.

The Pridelanders and the animals cheered, and Nala moved to stand beside Simba.

She and Simba roared loudly.

Sarabi, Sarafina, and the pride moved forward to stand behind them, and joined in.

Nala leaned over, and nuzzled Simba’s cheek.

“I love you.” She said.

“I love you too.” Simba answered.

He glanced behind him at Sarabi.

“Darling, I’m very proud of you.” Sarabi said.

“Thanks, Mom.” Simba said.

Simba glanced up.

"Please be proud of me, Dad." He said.

He shivered as Mufasa's spirit embraced him.

"I'm always proud of you, my son." Mufasa said.

“I love you, Dad.” Simba said quietly.

“I love you too.” Mufasa answered.