A/N: This is just a little oneshot based on the Family Channel version of the song "I Just Can't Wait To Be King". Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked Lovely or any of the characters.
Just Can't Wait To Be King
It's easy to be royal
If you're already leonine
It isn't just my right
Even my left will be divine
The monarchy is waiting to go zing, yeah
Oh, I just can't wait to be king
Over a millennia, and he still wasn't king. It was totally unfair.
More than once he had thrown a temper tantrum over the fact that his mother had bound his powers. It was ridiculous that he was forced to play Beira's game over and over again, never making any progress upon his part. Sure, he added quite a deal of Summer Girls to his collection, but his Queen seemed to elude him more with every passing conquest.
Niall and Tavish had been good to hold their patience with him over the years, but he could tell that they were growing weary of their posts as his advisors when he hadn't fully descended into power yet; Tavish, especially. Having been the advisor to his father when he was still the King, and alive, he had done his job extraordinarily. He didn't like butting in where he wasn't wanted, but at the same time, he had managed to give impeccable advice while staying sophisticated and reserved. Keenan had grown to look up to him as a father figure, although Tavish would probably keep his distance if he had told him so. He was too modest for his own good. Never one to intrude.
Niall, on the other hand, was more out going and was far more opinionated when it came to the game. He was constantly giving the future ruler of the court updated tips on how to score with the girls, even though much of what he said was neither relevant or helpful, not to mention illegal. No matter how much he tried, he would never be a hit with the ladies from the past few decades. He should really stick to the Summer Girls. However unconventional he was, Keenan couldn't help but hold the older faery in high respect. He had been one of the best friends he could ever ask for.
Going after girls for the better part of his lifetime had become tiresome for Keenan, and he was ready to put this never ending game to rest. Beira may try to work around the rules, the rules that had been made to favor her, to make sure that time after time she won, but he knew that she was afraid. Afraid that one time she would let her guard down around the wrong girl. Afraid that he would win. All it took was one win against he thousands, and he took up the throne. Her throne.
Keenan was growing anxious. He just couldn't wait to be King. Fully King. Powerful, divine, and free from his mother's constant presence. Summer would eventually rule again, and he would be the one to lead the monarchy.
