A/N: Believe it or not, I came up with this while mowing the backyard (NOT. FUN.) when the song featured here mysteriously started playing in my head. Part of the idea came from Rowana Renee's utterly amazing story "Oh where is my Heir/Son?" Dang, I seem to pull a lot of inspiration from her...anyways, I wrote this partially to overcome my writer's block. xP Make of it what you will. ^&^
Disclaimer: How can I, an American, own anything affiliated with a British television show? Just askin'. And I wasn't even born when The Lion King was made. ^&^
Arthur Pendragon, seven-year-old future king of Camelot, had a burst of inspiration. The best way to announce his future-king-ness to the world, he thought, would be through song. So he burst into Gaius' workshop one morning and started "rehearsals."
The door crashed open. Arthur sang, in his near-soprano voice, "I'm gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware!"
Gaius suppressed a laugh and decided to go along with the little prince. "Well, I've never seen a king or beast with quite so little hair," he said, ruffling said hair.
Arthur scowled. He continued, "I'm gonna be the main event, like no king was before. I'm brushing up on looking down. I'm working on my roar!" He tried imitating his father in a bad mood.
The barest chuckle escaped Gaius. "Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing," he said.
Arthur stuck his tongue out. "Oh, I just can't wait to be king!" He darted out of the workshop.
Gaius chased after him, admonishing, "You've rather a long way to go, young Master! If you think-"
"No one saying 'do this!'" Arthur slipped around a corner.
"Now when I said that I-"
"No one saying 'be there!'" Oh, look, another corner.
"What I meant was that the-"
"No one saying 'stop that!'" He slid down a staircase banister.
"But what you don't realize-"
No one saying 'see here!'" He was up on the walls.
"Now see here!" Gaius was shaking his fist and everything – didn't the little brat see?
"Free to run around all day." He weaved between guards' legs.
"Well, that's definitely out," the healer muttered between apologies on Arthur's behalf.
"Free to do it all my way!" He jumped down tower stairs.
"I think it's time that you and I arranged a heart-to-heart," Gaius remarked.
"Kings don't need advice from withered healers, for a start." Arthur was getting snarky.
That was low. "If this is where the monarchy is headed, count me out! Out of service, out of Camelot, I wouldn't hang about!"
"This child is getting wildly out of wing," the Great Dragon mused far below.
"Oh I just can't wait to be king!" the royal imp continued.
Arthur led Gaius on a merry chase through the castle, finally ending up in the throne room.
"Everybody look left, everybody look right. Everywhere you look, I'm standing in the spotlight!" Arthur wasn't entirely sure what a spotlight was, but it sounded nice.
"Not yet!" Gaius wondered where the boy had heard of such things. But then the council joined Arthur in song – Heaven knew why.
"Let every subject go for broke and sing. Let's hear it in the herd and on the wing" - they obviously referred to peasants and bird tenders here - "It's gonna be King Arthur's finest fling!" Gaius had to admire their rhyming skills.
"Oh I just can't wait to be king. Oh I just can't wait to be king. Oh I just can't wait..."
Gaius finally caught up with the boy. As he slung Arthur over his shoulder, the mini-prince sang out at the top of his lungs,
"To be king!"
"Bed!" Gaius ordered firmly, cutting off any further serenading.
A/N: Weeeeeeeeeeell? Review, please! Maybe that'll be the magical cure for my writer's block...?