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Jonathan It’s strange how change can happen so fast, yet it feels so slow. Change is one of the things I control with an iron fist. Nothing is allowed to leave my grip, no matter how small or insignificant it is. That’s how I keep my life and my kingdom in order. Some people need to be told what to do so that they stay efficient, and I’m happy to play the role of the whip that snaps them into shape. Aurora calls me a tyrant. A control freak. At first, she used to mutter it under her breath, but slowly, she’s been saying those things out loud. I stand over the bed, where she’s lying on her side — my bed. She hasn’t left it since the day she manipulated her way into it two weeks ago. Is it considered manipulation if I already knew her plan and still went along with it? Probably not. But that’s how change strikes into your life. At first, it seems unnoticeable, like her toothbrush beside mine or her apple shampoo bottle on the shelf in my bathroom. It’s as little as her scent with my clot