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Paris' POV I am tired as I stand before the King and Queen. I had an eventful couple of weeks. The King must see I am tired as he gets up and hugs me. I feel like a traitor. I am sure the King knows I am not London, as I get stiff when he hugs me. I am not used to them and have no bond with them. Besides, I still blame them for leaving me behind with my parents while they took London. "You are tired. I can tell, London. You need to get some rest. You feel different somehow," The King says. Damn, I need to play my role better. "Maybe it is because I lost my mate. It was difficult for me," I say. Hades might as well just come and take my soul now. I am the biggest liar I know. "I hope you do not keep it against your sister. It was Nathan's choice. Maybe he chose her because he thought