Thread:Rose thorn rocks/@comment-27147599-20171205183155/@comment-27147599-20171209041807

Lark gazed down sheepishly, she didn't want to admit she had taken a slight liking to the prince even though he never asked for her name, and he seemed like a stranger. Perhaps the fantasy of Prince Charming lingered in her mind, but that fairytale would never come true, since she was only a lowly street rat. A girl who stole to survive.

Lance glared at him. "He is my boss, you ARE his son, you should listen to your father more often, you're highness." He chastised the prince in an angry tone, as his knuckles turned white. Why has everyone been asking him that same question? It was his job, he had no say in the matter of wether, the King's intentions were good or not.