Seif didn’t meet his mother’s gaze, a respectful none challenging way. He hopped for once she’d find something she could approve off in him. But he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t either. He was always too this or two that in either of his parents eyes. Not enough like Kovu he suspected.
It wasn’t that Zira disliked any of her children, she didn’t. In fact, she loved them all fiercely -- so much so that if anyone were ever to threaten them...well, they wouldn’t be around to think twice about doing it again. But she also had high expectations for them. They were royalty -- bred and born. Her nephew’s theft of the throne didn’t change that. And so she expected them to behave accordingly. To take their place in the circle of life and conquer any who would challenge them.
Was it her fault that Kovu was the one excelling in those things? Perhaps if they felt lesser to their brother then they should do something about it.
“Seif...is there something you need? Or is your plan to lurk about all afternoon?”
