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Nina knew the situation and still gave us rooms in the palace. We could have gotten a tiny hut somewhere in the town, but it is okay. She wanted this to be home as long as possible until we got back on our feet. My mind was doing everything imaginable when I heard that. It was a complete relief. Julian came to me with a tiny crown on his head as I was sitting. "Look! Mommy, the queen, let me make a fake crown!! Look!!" he excitedly said.
"Put it on. Let mommy see how handsome you are, my little prince."


"Okay," he said as he placed it on his head. Seeing that made me cry a little bit— he really does look like a prince—his true nature. The crown belongs to Julian like Satia belongs to Anisel and me. My soft whimpers turned into a loud sob. Julian rushed to my side, dropping the crown on the floor. He wondered why I was crying like I did not like something.


I patted his head and shook mine. Of course, he looks great in the crown, but I can't handle this right now. You can see a soft