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I Just Can't Wait To Be King (The Lion King) – Cailan Theirin
Cailan and Anora sat in the corner of the courtyard, whispering and giggling about something or other. Arl Eamon, once again charged with keeping an eye on the King and Teyrn Loghain's children, was standing not too far away.
"Oh, just look at you two," he said, smiling. "Little seeds of romance blossoming in the courtyard. Your parents will be thrilled, what with your being betrothed, and all."
Cailan and Anora shared a look, before staring at Eamon, confused. "Be-what?" asked the seven year old prince, his face screwed in bemusement.
"Betrothed," repeated Eamon, patiently. "Intended? Affianced?"
Anora shook her blonde head, her lip curled. "Meaning….?"
"One day, you two are going to be married," explained Eamon, happily. Both children made disgusted noises, shaking their heads in dismay.
"I can't marry her!" exclaimed Cailan in horror. "She's my friend!"
"Yes," agreed Anora, vehemently. "It would be too strange."
Eamon rolled his eyes. "Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two turtledoves have no choice," he said, somewhat crossly. "It's a tradition going back generations –"
"Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go," interrupted Cailan, looking roguishly at Anora.
"Not so long as I'm around," huffed Eamon.
"Well, in that case, leave," giggled Cailan.
Eamon smiled, gritting his teeth. "Hm," he grunted. "Admirable effort, your highness, but only the king can send me away from court."
"Well, Cailan is the future king," mused Anora. Cailan whooped appreciatively.
"Yes!" he shouted, standing up and grinning widely. "So you have to do what I tell you!"
"Not yet, I don't," said Eamon, hurriedly, but the prince was already in his stride. "And with an attitude like that," he continued, "I think you're shaping up to be a rather naïve king indeed –"
"Not the way I see it!" called Cailan, he and Anora sprinting away. Sighing, Eamon followed, just in time to hear the boy bragging to anyone who'd listen.
"I'm gonna be a mighty king," he boasted, "so enemies beware!"
"Well, I've never seen a king of Thedas with quite so little hair," grumbled Eamon, thinking of Maric's thick beard.
The boy took no notice. "I'm gonna be the main event, like my father was before! I'm brushing up on looking down, I'm working on my ROAR!" he bellowed, standing on the fountain so as to reach Eamon's face.
"Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing," commented Eamon, exasperatedly.
"Oh, I just can't wait to be king!" cried Cailan, joyfully, running off to the armoury, Anora hot on his heels.
Eamon jogged after them, shouting, "You've rather a long way to go, young master, if you think –!"
The guards in the armoury waved merrily to Cailan and Anora as the scampered past. "No one saying do this!" he giggled.
"Now when I said that, I—"
"No one saying be there!" Anora joined in.
" What I meant was –"
"No one saying stop that!"
"Look, what you don't realise –"
"No one saying see here!" cried the two, together.
"Now see here!" shouted Eamon, almost tearing his hair out.
"Free to run around all day," pondered Cailan, pretending to stab Anora with a sword, as she feigned death.
"Well, that's definitely out..."
"Free to do it all my way!"
And with that, the prince and the teyrn's daughter sprinted away, laughing wildly.
"I think it's time," panted Eamon, catching up to them in the kitchens, "that you and I arranged a heart to heart."
"Kings don't need advice from boring old Arls for a start!" retorted Cailan, cheekily, as Anora snorted in laughter.
Eamon threw his hands in the air in frustration. "If this is where the monarchy is headed, count me out!" he exclaimed. "Out of service, out of Ferelden, I wouldn't hang about! This child is getting wildly out of wing…"
Cailan stood on the table, declaring, "Oh, I just can't wait to be king!" The servants looked at him, smiling at his infectious glee. "Everybody look left!" he commanded, and they all did so. "Everybody look right!" They turned to Eamon, who stood blankly. "Everywhere you look I'm standing in the spotlight!" Cailan was standing on the shoulders of a burly cook, and the servants exploded into cheers before starting to chant.
"Not yet!" cried Eamon, impatiently.
"Let every Fereldan go for broke and sing," chanted the servants, gesturing wildly as Cailan and Anora paraded around on their shoulders. "Let's hear it in the street and on the sea! It's gonna be King Cailan's victory!"
Cailan and Anora joined in their song as Eamon stood by the door, shaking his head. "Oh, I just can't wait to be king!" yelled Cailan. "Oh, I just can't wait to be king!"
"Oh I just can't wait," the servants chanted as Cailan was crowned with a cook's hat, "to be king!"
And with that, they paraded out of the kitchen, leaving Eamon pressed against the wall, utterly out of breath.
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