"You must be joking!" Arthur said laughing.

"No, I'm not! I'm serious! THIS IS NOT A JOKE!" She raised her voice in anger. This stupid old man was accusing her of lying, and in front of her beau. "Do you really think that I would lie about something like this?" She asked.

"Well! Nowadays, I don't know what to believe from you anymore. You've been lying, stealing, cheating on your fiancé. It's delirious, I know. But it's hard to believe anything you say anymore." He reached out to touch her cheek.

"DON'T! TOUCH ME!" She shouted. "I shall never be touched by the likes of you. How little faith you have in me! Claiming I'm a witch? Do you know how stupid that sounds? If I was a witch I could probably kill you right now."

He gasped and took a tentative step back. "But you wouldn't right?" he asked shakily.

"Bloody right I wouldn't! It's not my place to take a life, nor to judge one. And it's not your place either."

"Why, I'm the king. I can do whatever I want to."

"You're the king, you're not a God. So stop behaving like one. I really thought you beliebed…"

"I do. It's just… now that I've gained so much power, it's IMPOSSIBLE to stay strong as a Belieber."

She shook her head, "No. If you really beliebed, you would beliebe until you died, instead of being tempted." She shook her head in disbelief. "Don't tell me." She gasped. "You're now…. TEAM JACOB!?!?!?"