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"I don't think I'm cut out for this," Ajay mutters, feeling ridiculous with this crown on his head. Like a child playing dress-up.
"Of course you are," Pagan says with a wave of his hand, like he finds Ajay's lack of confidence absurd. "All you need is practice."
Ajay narrows his eyes. He watches Pagan's approach. Elegant, purposeful. A tiger stalking the jungle. "Practice?"
"A taste of what it's like to rule."
"How?"
"Use your imagination, dear boy." His voice low, soft. "Command me."
Ajay blinks.
Oh.
He tugs impatiently at Pagan's tie, pulling him close.
"Come here," he says.