018: Heir, Apparently

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"I'm afraid her majesty's wishes were quite clear," the solicitor said.

"But, this is madness! Clearly, mother wasn't in her right mind at the end!" The eldest brother shouted.

"This will never stand in court!" the sister scoffed.

"Perhaps not, madam, but my duty is clear, and as per Her Majesty's wishes, I will do all I can to ensure Archibald is the next king.

"Archibald is a corgi!" she shot back.

The younger brother said nothing. Mother had always loved that dog. And it probably wouldn't hold up. But the public loved him too. And he'd need a regent.

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