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Anakin Skywalker, the Secret Prince of Sokovoslavia, stared down at his suuuuuper boring paperwork and sighed.
Running half of a country was dull. He was sure his mother was keeping all of the interesting parts to herself.
"Alas, for I must find a wife by the end of the weekend," he announced in a vaguely British accent. "Or else the crown turns over to the evil Earl von Whatsit for...reasons."
Totally valid reasons! Probably!
"Good thing no one suspects my royal origins," he continued, inexplicably, out loud. "For I shall be able to find a perky American wife who will Love Me For Me!"
Running half of a country was dull. He was sure his mother was keeping all of the interesting parts to herself.
"Alas, for I must find a wife by the end of the weekend," he announced in a vaguely British accent. "Or else the crown turns over to the evil Earl von Whatsit for...reasons."
Totally valid reasons! Probably!
"Good thing no one suspects my royal origins," he continued, inexplicably, out loud. "For I shall be able to find a perky American wife who will Love Me For Me!"
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