"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

"So, Willock, I hear you are on a search for by our dearest King," Armstrong stated. I was not quite sure about all this interrogation. I thought my father had told him what he ought to do with me without questioning me so much. 


“Jaykim stated that I should see you. For you shall show me the way,” I stated, which made him chuckle a bit. 


“Why do you think I would take orders from a manager and a stupid Duke?” Why would he call my father stupid? Was the first thing that rang into my mind, and I suddenly knew something was off. This man might actually, decide to set me up for the sake of the thousands or millions of coins that were promised to whoever brought me, or rather stated to have seen me. I wanted to say something, something like ‘okay, why would you call a duke stupid,' or something like 'I don’t understand your utterances,' but my mouth was left with no words, no statements to speak. 


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