Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne
Clarence stopped a few feet from Atticus, ready for any sudden move.
Atticus slowly lowered his head. His eyes, usually cold and planning, now shimmered with something softer, almost amused. He turned to face Clarence with a slow, deliberate smile. It was not his usual angry scowl or a look of disgust. This unsettling smile was private, hinting at a secret joy that made Clarence’s stomach tighten with unease. He had expected anger, a growl, or even a challenge to fight. This calm happiness was far stranger and more frightening.
"Neither, Clarence," Atticus replied calmly, almost as if they were just having a friendly chat. "It’s simply that the woman I love is doing very well outside. That's
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