The torches of Pride Rock flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the royal chamber. Simba, now a young king with the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders, sat on the edge of the great stone dais. He wasn't looking at the stars. He was looking at his majordomo.
"Zazu," Simba said quietly. "You haven't moved in an hour." thousand yard stare zazu
"It's the middle of the night."
Simba waited.
"Yes, Sire," Zazu whispered. Then, a tiny, almost imperceptible crack in his voice. "The morning report for tomorrow: the water buffalo are calving early, the baobab near the eastern watering hole has blossomed out of season, and… and I believe I might sleep through the dawn for the first time in a decade." The torches of Pride Rock flickered, casting long,
"Zazu," Simba said, nudging the perch with his nose. He was looking at his majordomo