For Simba it was clear that he would stay in jungle together with Nala and maybe soon also with their cub. At least he hoped so, but Nala didn`t share his thoughts. As longer she was in jungle as more she wanted to make Simba return to Priderock.
"You are the rightful king, Simba!" She yelled.
"No, not anymore." Simba answered. "Scar is. I ran away and gave up my throne and seriously I like it here. We have everything we need, Nala. Can`t you see it?"
"No I can`t and I can`t understand how selfish you become, Simba! Did you ever think of you mother? Sarabi thinks you are dead while you are living here!"
Simba`s eyes went sad. "No, you don`t understand. Then you would know it is better so as it is. It`s better that she thinks I am dead..."
"How can you say that?!"
Simba wanted to turn around and went, but Nala ran in front of him and blocked his way. "If you don`t want to tell me Simba, fine! But then I will tell you something: If you don`t trust me I have no reason to stay here anylonger. I will go back with or without you!"
"But Nala, it`s not that easy....I can`t..."
Nala only shook her head. "I will not wait forever, Simba. I am sorry. I have promised your mother to return with help, with the true heir of the throne....maybe it`s really not you, but your cub."
When Simba heard that he was speechless. He didn`t know that Nala was with a cub, with his cub. On the one hand he wanted to cheer, but on the other he felt sad that he maybe will lose Nala if she went....or if he tells her the truth....