Archer looked at the Empress Malakia and shook his head. ''Nothing, I thought you two resemble each other, just opposite skin tones.''
When the older woman heard this, she giggled, revealing. ''Yes, not many like my brown skin, but my long-gone husband was like Nala. Golden blonde hair but green eyes, many of our children came out light-skinned, and they went on to marry their other half, producing this little cub.''
Malakia ruffled Nala's hair, causing her to laugh. ''Grandmother, stop treating me like a little girl, I've grown up now and even have a husband,'' she said.
''Regardless of age, you will always be my little cub,'' she revealed warmly before shaking her head. ''But now for business.''
The older lioness turned to him, a serious expression crossing her face. ''I heard Empress Colestah joined your side, and the Fire Elves are scrambling for peace. That leaves my realm and the Demons in the north.''
