Rebirth of Royals ep 17 book again

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James enters his apartment, closing the door behind him. The rain has subsided, but his mind is still stormy with thoughts. He tosses his keys on the table and sinks into the couch, staring at the ceiling.

James Carlton

(muttering to himself) "Catherine... Who is she? And why did I say her name?"

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He runs his hands through his hair, frustrated and confused. His heart races again as he recalls the moment under the shelter, the way Charlotte looked at him, but in his mind, it was someone else—Catherine. The name resonates within him, stirring emotions he can’t explain.

James Carlton

(sighing deeply) "Why do I feel like I know her? Like I’ve…met her before?"

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He gets up and starts pacing the room, trying to piece together the fragments of his thoughts. Every time he thinks of Charlotte, the name Catherine surfaces, bringing with it a mix of familiarity and longing.

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He shakes his head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they cling to him stubbornly. He remembers the look in Charlotte’s eyes when she called him George, the confusion and recognition mirrored in both of them.

James Carlton

(whispering) "Who are you, Catherine? And why does it feel like I’m supposed to remember you?"

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Unable to shake the feeling, James decides to distract himself. He turns on the TV, flipping through channels, but nothing holds his attention. His mind keeps drifting back to that moment under the shelter, to the name that won’t leave him alone.

James Carlton

(sighing, turning off the TV) "I need to figure this out…"

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James picks up his phone and dials Charlotte's number, his heart racing as it rings.

James Carlton

(on the phone) "Charlotte, I... I need to ask you something. Earlier, we both called out names that aren’t ours. I said 'Catherine,' and you said... 'George.' Who are they?"

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Charlotte hesitates, her heart racing.

Charlotte Carmine

"James, I... I'm not sure how to explain this."

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Arthur enters the room, giving James a curious look. James covers the phone, whispering to Arthur.

James Carlton

"You ever heard of someone named Catherine?"

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Arthur, ever quiet, simply shakes his head, but something in his eyes suggests he's also lost in thought.

James Carlton

(back on the phone) "Charlotte, are you sure there's nothing you know about this?"

Charlotte Carmine

(taking a deep breath) "James, I think it’s time we all talked. Tomorrow, can you come over? Bring everyone with you."

James Carlton

(sensing the seriousness in her voice) "Alright, we’ll be there. Is everything okay, Charlotte?"

Charlotte Carmine

(with a hint of resolve) "I don’t know yet, but I think it’s time we found out."

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The next day, everyone gathered at Charlotte’s house. The living room was filled with an unusual tension as they settled in. Charlotte seemed distant, her gaze occasionally flickering towards the old book that lay on the coffee table.

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Aurora sat quietly, her anger simmering beneath the surface. For the past few days, Charlotte had been ignoring Arthur, and Aurora had felt a sense of relief. But now, as she watched Arthur's eyes follow Charlotte, the jealousy she thought she had buried began to rise again.

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Mary smith

(trying to lighten the mood) "So, Charlotte, what's going on? You sounded pretty serious on the phone."

Charlotte Carmine

(avoiding eye contact) "There’s something I need to share with all of you. It’s about this book…"

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Aurora clenched her fists, biting back her frustration. She couldn’t understand why Arthur was so focused on Charlotte again. Why couldn’t he see her instead?

Arthur Windsor

(leaning forward, concerned) "Charlotte, are you okay? You’ve been distant lately."

Charlotte Carmine

(forcing a smile) "I’m fine, Arthur. I just… need to get some things off my chest."

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Aurora’s heart pounded as she watched Arthur’s concern for Charlotte. The peace she had felt when Charlotte was distant was slipping away, replaced by the familiar sting of jealousy.

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Charlotte took a deep breath, her eyes glancing at each of her friends before settling on James. The tension in the room was palpable.

Charlotte Carmine

"There’s something strange I’ve been experiencing. It’s about this book…" (She gestures towards the old book on the table.) "It tells the story of a woman named Catherine and two men, George and Charles. And… well, I’ve been having these weird moments, almost like déjà vu, where James reminds me of George."

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James’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, while Arthur’s frown deepened.

James Carlton

"Déjà vu? What do you mean?"

Charlotte Carmine

(nervously) "It’s like when I’m around you, James, I start seeing things… remembering things that aren’t mine. It feels like I’m someone else, like I’m her—Catherine. And you’re George. I don’t understand it, but it’s been happening more and more."

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Arthur’s jaw tightened as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. The idea of Charlotte feeling some strange connection to James clearly didn’t sit well with him.

Arthur Windsor

(frowning) "And what does that mean for us, Charlotte? Are we just characters in some story to you now?"

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Charlotte looked down, feeling the weight of Arthur’s words. The room was silent for a moment, tension hanging thick in the air.

Charlotte Carmine

(softly) "I don’t know what it means, Arthur. But it’s… unsettling. I just thought you all should know."

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Aurora watched the exchange with a mix of emotions—relief that Charlotte wasn’t focusing on Arthur, but also a gnawing irritation at how the conversation had turned so quickly towards something she didn’t understand. Arthur’s attention was on Charlotte again, and it was driving her mad.

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Aurora's frustration finally boiled over. She abruptly stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. Without a word, she grabbed the old book from the table, her movements sharp and determined.