I told Jerry to go get petrol. He came to the royal house often, so he knew where to find it. Meanwhile, I went to the electronic storage room to turn off the fire alarm. I was going to burn the crowns. And I didn’t want anyone to know until the coronation started. I switched off the fire alarm box, then went back to wait for Jerry. Soon, he came back with petrol and a lighter. He poured petrol on both crowns. He made sure the fabric decorating them was soaked. We moved back near the door, then set the crowns on fire. I noticed Jerry was holding an air freshener. “That was smart,” I said. He smirked. “I’m quite smart, you know.” I rolled my eyes. The air freshener was to spray the room later. So no one would smell the burning. The fire caught slowly. The dark room filled with orange light. We stood there, watching it burn. “Aren’t you scared?” Jerry asked. I shook my head. “No. I’m just doing what feels right.” He stared at me, terrified. Who wouldn’t be? “
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