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THIRD PERSON CARTER'S MIND WAS AT PEACE. It was peace even in the storm, his mind was like none other: miserably mixed with an alter identity that forced the impression that he was obsessed with kingship and tyranny at the same time. His main ambition was to find his Queen, the very Queen that left him for his own brother: but Carter Dean had no idea that it was a stupid ploy planned by his brother and Anna to separate both him and his Queen. Carter walks inside of the nearest flower shop, his head in the clouds. What good would he be if he didn't buy his queen flowers? She's the star to his solar system, an ethereal being that made his small heart beat with a passion so divine he felt so hopeless against her. He picks up a bunch of pink rose and green wildflowers. The pink symbolised h

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