It was late at night, but Wilbur sat at his desk, dealing with important paperwork. He had eye bags from a lack of sleep, but he pushed through his exhaustion, determined to finish the pile of papers. He felt that if he couldn't do something "this simple", he wasn't good enough to be king, just like lots of people thought to be true. He had to prove himself to everyone, or else they would be proven right. So he forced himself to stay awake. He convinced himself he didn't have a choice.