"I don't know anything about running a country."
“But I can’t be king,” Arthur said.
In Belle’s opinion, it was a little late for him to be complaining about that. The coronation was set for today. Arthur sat on an enormous throne in the middle of the castle courtroom wearing a royal robe and a large crown, both of which were far too big for him, in fact the crown kept slipping down over his eyes.
“I know it’s a lot to take in so suddenly,” Belle began, laying a hand on his shoulder, “and at your age it seems like a huge responsibility-”
“It’s not that.” Arthur glanced up at her. “I don’t know anything about running...
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