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Prince Eric found his way to the throne room to find his brother and father already seated at what one will call a round table. There were only three chairs at the table, the third empty and so Eric figured it must be his. He went over to the chair and he quietly settled in…the great silence followed. Silence, it slithered in, it filtered the pace. It left the two Princes of Ascencia glancing at each other and wondering what their father, King Nixon, was up to, they wondered what was going on in his head. While Prince Damian was excited to reveal to everyone at the table his engagement with Anna, Prince Eric was sulking in a breath, hoping that no one is aware of the kissing accident between him and the maid Zinna, he gulped. King Nixon cleared his throat and his two sons straightened in