“I don’t care,” Oak says. “I don’t care about that stuff. I don’t want to be king. I never want to be king.” For a moment, I just stare at him. I want to believe he’s lying, but, of course, he can’t lie. “We don’t always have a choice in our fate,” I say. “You rule if you care so much!” he says. “I won’t do it. Never.” I have to grind my teeth together to keep from screaming. “I can’t, as you know, because I’m in exile,” I remind him. He stamps a hoofed foot. “So am I! And the only reason I’m in the human world is because Dad wants the stupid crown and you want it and everyone wants it. Well,
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