He went to the kitchen with the pie and slid it into the fridge, and removed a beer. "It's not real," he called while he returned to chopping healthy stuff for the omelets. "I grew up here. The only kings I know of are sports heroes. And I have Mom as a buffer. If Mikhail doesn't have kids, she's the next in line."
It's not that he wouldn't if he had to; he knew the meaning of duty. He just didn't want to get that far with it.
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