"Your Lord, if your wish is to amuse me, then retrieve your acts." She interrupted me, and I knew I had done her erroneous. 
"My apologies. I did not know when to ask, speak, talk, or request for your name. My utterances before were out of nervousness, my princess. I don’t know the effects it has had, but I am glad. Glad of your presence, and my presence as stated, as long as our speeches rhyme, am happy. "
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He knew his stand, he knew his label, he knew.., he sure knew. A bastard’ To some it was just a name, an English decent name, but to many, especially those in the highest ranks of the social class, knew, they knew what kind of hefty drift being associated with such a labeled man meant to his whole, they knew. And he,… he.., was born as one, a bastard. A bastard, a bastard was what he came to know his name as,…
Lord Willock,.. a duke’s son but a King’s decent to be precise, lived a life of now, as tomorrow was nothing but a luck. The boy, knew all, he knew love, ooh how would he forget the face of the dazzling girl who made her forget all his worries, right on the ballroom dance floor. How would he forget, how would he forget, he was a bastard, if every conversation seemed to have nothing but the name on it.., However, maybe destiny was meant to be lenient or tough on him, its all his fate to face.
Dearest reader, let’s embark on the journey of Lord Willock, and see what lemons life throws at him, and his coping mechanisms, in times of tragedy, and maybe he was more fated for good fortune than just a label..? A labeled man was meant for ‘death!!!’ A word and statement well known..,

Lord have mercy.

Profound Bound

Upon our arrival at the lake, neither of us had uttered a word. The silence that hung between us, honestly, unsettled me momentarily. However, after a brief period of introspection and a therapeutic mental exercise, I chose to accept the quietude and immerse myself in the present moment. My thoughts shifted from the scandal to the princess. 


Undeniably, I held an affection for her; genuine and deep. If the power lay within my grasp, I would court her without hesitation, showering her with the most opulent gifts, dancing with her in the ballrooms, and ultimately one day, approaching the king for nothing but a quest, seeking her hand in marriage. Such were my desires, my intentions pure and earnest, perhaps the most noble a man could entertain for a woman. 


WILLOCK 21