Tinra

The king showered her in gifts and when she grew up he would often look at her, exclaim how beautiful she was, and lick her fur intensely for long periods of time.
"I'm just washing you, taking care of my lionesses is my priority," he said when she asked him about it, but it felt more like he was licking her the way one would lick a piece of meat before devouring it. She saw the hunger in his eyes.
Someone else picked up on the kings desires toward Tinra. The queen, the very lioness that raised Tinra, was jealous. Tinra couldn't help it, she held her head high and her message was read loud and clear. The queen came over to her. Tinra was scared and looked around her to see if the king was there to protect her, but Aja simply sighed and sat down by Tinra.
"My beautiful girl," Aja said in her motherly voice, and looked at Tinra with her gentle eyes, "it's okay. Just tell me if he disrespects you in any way."
"Why would he?" Tinra didn't mean to sound rude, but she may have, because Aja looked suspicious. The queen rose to her feet once more.
"I don't think he will," she said as she started walking away with her head held low.
"Me neither!" Tinra shouted after her. But she regretted it. It didn't feel good to disrespect her own adoptive mother, who took care of everyone in the pride. But Tinra could never think before she spoke, and well, she really, really liked the king.
Once her first heat came in, she was nervous but determined. As soon as she saw the king she ran up to him to show it off.