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" I shouldn't have lost my temper that way. It just pricks his pride, makes him dig in his heels." " So why did you?" I asked, genuinely curious. It was rare for Nikolai's emotions to get the best of him. " I don't know," he said, shredding the leaf. " You got angry. I got angry. The room was too damn hot." " I don't think that's it." " Indigestion?" he offered." It's because you actually care about what happens to this country," I said. " The throne is just a prize to Vasily, something he wants to squabble over like a favorite toy, You're not like that. You'll make a good king." Nikolai froze. " I…" For once, words seemed to have deserted him. Then a crooked, embarrassed smile crept across his face. It was a far cry from his usual self-assured grin. " Thank you," he said.I sighed as we resumed our pace. " You're going to be insufferable now, aren't you?" Nikolai laughed. " I'm already insufferable. "