He is reluctant to give up his thrown. I see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice, feel it when he pushes me aside. It's okay for me to do his work, but not to take the credit. Well, little prince, little golden child, that's fine. I don't need your crown. I can satisfy myself in other ways. This kingdom is big enough for both of us, and I don't even really want it.
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