Minerva

Minerva was born into a dark and controlling pride. The king had a rare coat, one that had been blessed by the gods. When she was born and her father saw that she did not have the same coloration as she did, he planned to kill her, so she and her mother escaped.
Though the two of them tried to find prides that they could join, the bloodline of her father was rumored to be cursed. Eventually, when she was old enough to hunt small critters her mother spoke of going for a hunt. When she didnt return Minerva waited and waited, but her dam never came back. Accepting the fact that she was now all alone, and unable to hunt big game she began a small journey to go to a new land.
by the time she arrived she was nearly a year and a half old, her attitude towards other lions had changed greatly. She had a nagging anger at lions now, no one had ever helped her, and from the beginning she had been doomed, or so she thought.
On no particular day, she stumbled across a male patrolling his territory. At first she showed aggression, snarling and watching him closely, but when he watched her with a soft look she calmed a bit.
"Can I offer you a meal?" That was all he said, but that was all that needed to be said. Her stomach growled almost on cue and she gave him a shy curt nod. He led her back to his pride, where she was cautious of the curious lions. She ate the meal that he had offered her, but when she went to leave he offered her a spot within the pride.
Minerva Was shocked, he was being so kind, at first, she thought it was a joke or a trap, but seeing the sincerity in his eyes she accepted.
Helvuz took the young female under his wing. She became like a daughter to him and her view on prides and lions changed.
She grew into a beautiful lioness, one that wasn't judged due to her father's lineage, and one that would someday be the queen of the pride.