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*7 years earlier* Maximus POV “Dad, I know I am the crowned king, but can´t I be spared this f*****g ball? You know I hate them…” My dad, the former king, gave me a pointed look. “Maximus, you can be spared many things, but not your own birthday celebration…” He rolled his eyes, and I chuckled dryly. So much for being the almighty king of this realm. I tied my black bow tie that perfectly matched my black silk tuxedo. “So again, why am I doing this? Aside from the fact that it is my birthday?” I asked my father while placing a silver handkerchief in my front pocket. “Look, Max… Your birthday is a reason for celebration. You have been the ruling king for over three years. Your people love you and they want to show it to you…” He paused and then he dropped the bomb, “Also, it is tim