Please note that the Discworld or any of it's inhabitants do not belong to me. They are owned, and respectably so, by Terry Pratchett and all his expertise and humor. Thank you. *bows and lets all continue on with the story, or what she considers to be a story*

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Aylee, the famous reporter for the Ankh-Morpork Times, walks up to the watch house. "Heh…" She mutters under her breath. She approaches the Watch House at a quick pace and reaches the door just in time to catch Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson leaving the building.

"Captain! If I could have just a moment of you're time?" Aylee says sweetly to him.

"What for?" Carrot asks earnestly.

"I'm from the Ankh-Morpork Times and I'm conducting interviews with people to get their opinions on things and learn their secrets." Aylee grins.

"Well, I don't know…" says Carrot.

"C'mon. It's a chance in a lifetime!"

"Don't you mean a once in a lifetime chance?"

"Nope, now come on." Aylee says, ushering Carrot into a nearby building. "Now that we're alone, I want to ask you some questions." She takes out a pencil and a notepad. "First, what do you think of Commander Vimes?"

"Well, I think he's a great guy, and I've learned a lot from him." Answers Carrot.

Aylee stops chewing on the end of her pencil, "Please tell me you're kidding."

"Why would I be kidding?" asks Carrot.

"Right… Well anyway, second question. How deep is you're relationship to Sergeant Angua?" sighs Aylee, letting the last question drop.

"Well, I love her, and I know she does me, does that answer you're question?" Carrot replies.

"Uhm, yes… Also, do you have any problems with her being a werewolf?"

"No. Why? Should I?"

Aylee shakes her head realizing she's getting nowhere. "Alright, third questi—"

"Shouldn't this be you're fourth question?" Carrot inquires.

"Uhm… All right, fourth question. Is there any truth to the rumors that you are the Heir to the Throne of Ankh-Morpork?"

Carrot's expression quickly changes, "Who told you that?"

"Well, it's not an uncommonly known rumor. I just want to know if there's any truth at all to it." Aylee grins maliciously.

"Well I don't have any idea what you're talking about." Carrot replies, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"Are you sure about that?" Aylee inquires, the grin still upon her face.

"Yes, I am quite sure, now may I please get back to my job?" Carrot says getting slightly agitated.

"No. Fifth question: Is it true you have a crown shaped birthmark and a mysterious old sword?" Aylee's grin grows even wider.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Carrot asks.

"Nothing… I just want to know."

"You do realize I could have you thrown in jail?"

"No you couldn't. I'm friends with the Patrician. Besides I'm the writer…" Aylee's grin gains an evil edge, while Carrot's face acquires a look of fear.

"Oh gods."

"Yep. You gotta sit through this. Now, answer me."

Carrot sighs and says, "Fine, yes it's true."

"Thank you. That wasn't so hard was it?"

"Mmmm…" Carrot starts fidgeting.

"Alright, The sixth and final question," Aylee notices Captain Carrot relax slightly, "When are you going to become the King of Ankh-Morpork?"

"Look, I already said I don't want to be the King!"

Aylee smirks, "Ah, so you admit that you are the Heir to the Throne?"

"What? I never said that!" Carrot's eyes open wide.

"If you say so. Well, that's all. Thank you for your time." Aylee gets up and leave the building and walks down the street chuckling to herself, "This is going to make a great paper…"