"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 ngôi vua, ngai vàng in the middle of the lâu đài courtroom wearing a royal quần áo, áo choàng 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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