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Does the King spy his Singer? 👀

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“Maybe I’m not as much of a prick as you say I am then.” Carlisle said.

“Tell me this, even though I’m a prick, why do you love me?” Carlisle asked.

“I know I can be a prick at times, but I am my own man and I don’t want my Kingdom to fail because I’m showing weakness..” Carlisle said.

“You call me that again and I’ll have you thrown out and banished from here..” Carlisle said as he tightened his jaw.

“Because this is who I am and who I was meant to be.” Carlisle sat on his father’s throne, which was corrupting him and turning him into Ambrose.

“I am King.” Carlisle said. He had the spirit and willpower of his father inside him. “This is who I am.”

“What?” Carlisle asked.

“What?” Carlisle asked.

Carlisle’s currently in his bedroom. He’s having one of his maids sing him to sleep. “Sing on key!” The King shouted at her. “Y—yes my King.” She then goes back to singing. “I said on—you know what, get out..” He was getting annoyed. The maid then left the room.