Finally, he reached his chambers, holding the crown in his hands. Tiredness ran through his whole body, all he wanted to do was sleep. Ethel longed for a moment of peace and quiet, but as he entered his room, he was met with his mother's reflection in the mirror.Beatrice was preoccupied with her own appearance, an indulgence that Ethel found somewhat exasperating. But, for a brief moment, he forgot about his weariness as he watched her primp and preen, admiring herself in the looking glass."Hello, dear," she said, turning to face him with a smile."Hi, mom," Ethel replied wearily."These silly questions about heirs... If your father and I had more children, everything would be much simpler," she sighed."I guess," Ethel added weakly, unsure of how to respond."You've been seeing Alfred again, haven't you?" Beatrice asked, disapproval evident in her voice. "You're the king now, Ethel. You can't just go around seeing a mere cook.""I can see whoever I want, mother. I'm the king now, r
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