I will never be King.
I will never be King.
Of course that is to be expected I suppose. I was the youngest male… But to start with I was to be King, to share the throne with Mufasa.
That never happened as you can see; Mufasa is celebrating the birth of his heir with Sarabi and the other lioness' up in Pride Rock.
I am expected to be at the presentation of that… cub, but I refuse to show, after all it is my place that little hairball is taking.
When we were cubs ourselves we had been told that we would both be King, each of us controlling half the land as we felt fit. However over time Mufasa complained about it, rouge lions and lioness' came into our land and he learned that no King ever shared his land with his brother, if anything he drove the lions away and kept the lioness' for his pride.
Our father tried to make him see that he didn't wish for that to happen, for me to be sent away because Mufasa just so happened to be born first and he managed to make Mufasa see it from my side, being cast out of the only home I had ever known…
This was the time when I met with the hyena's, they were rather stupid and argued over anything but that didn't matter. They looked up to me because I was a lion.
And I liked it.
It was nice to have creatures looking up at me, to feel such power at knowing that I could command them so easily. Which I did, all I had to do was bring a kill of my own to them and watch them eat, knowing that in return I had their loyalty.
Unlike what I had in my so called pride. I came back to learn that Mufasa had managed to talk our father into giving him the throne completely.
To say I was upset would be rather generous; I was angry and I hated not just my brother but also my father and my mother, neither of whom stuck up for me and they never tried to reason with Mufasa who got the throne and his pick of lioness' to be his future Queen.
I never forgave them, I couldn't forgive them for just giving in to Mufasa. My only consolation was that I was to mate with Sarafina and she bore me a male heir; she had been a rouge lioness when Mufasa had allowed her to live with the Pride, learning the etiquette from Sarabi; athough she had been warned that if her cub was a male it would be killed.
I never believed it would happen to me, after all I was the King's brother and was still alive. Of course that didn't help me, the cub was killed late in the night and although Sarafina mourned – as I did – she was quick to return to her usual self, knowing that to mourn for too long would result in herself being forced out of the Pride.
My plans had been made, I would kill Mufasa. In such a way that no one would be able to point the paw of blame at me, of course I also wanted to get rid of that heir to the throne, Simba… That cub that not even the hyena's could get rid of.
All I had to do was wait and be patient, the foolish cub trusted me and Mufasa – idiotic Mufasa – trusted me as well.
I would be King.
I will be King.