"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

Father always said, "The wilderness is the darkest place in the world, for it teaches you nothing but pain." It sharpens you, just like a pencil wilt for usage. It sharpens you to be more open-minded, harder, more accepting, and above all, more resilient. "The wilderness," a beautiful word aligned with the perfections of alphabets and vowels, precisely some word. 


Days had turned into months, or perhaps weeks or however many there were. We crossed plains, we killed, we ran, we hid... we survived. This was the most dangerous of all my adventures. All our coins were finished, and starvation had set in. I was tattered, and we had traveled over the seas of Antarctica. I wanted to see a man, and the only way to make it easier was to enter the place by sea – the only way no one would look for me. 


WILLOCK 27