Seventy-second Prompt: Royalty

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Peter stared down the balcony.
Was it really true?
Was he a king now?

It was...hard to believe.

Someone walked up to him.
"Pete?", Susan asked.

Peter continued to stare at the water.

"Is...is it hard for you too?", he asked quietly.

"What?", Susan asked.

"Accepting that...that we're living here now, that we're royalty, you know?"

Susan smiled. "It's very hard. But I think I'll get used to it."
Peter laughed quietly.

"You'll host many balls, won't you?"

Susan laughed.

"Maybe", she said.
"But the crowns are weird."

Peter laughed and felt his crown sliding down his head, which made him laugh even more.

Susan laughed too when she heard the crown falling down.

"That's the thing they never show about being royalty", she laughed.