"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

“Isn’t it rude for a pianist to pluck thorny bushes this early in the morning?” An angelic, beautiful voice that I was quite new to and was familiar with stated from behind. It was always my duty to pluck out thicky bushes on times when I wasn’t doing my piano duties in the evening. It was the princess, the princess of Iraq, Amir’s sister, to be precise, and I had not yet gotten her name. How rude of me, I may say. 


“You are quite an early bird, princess.” I stated, turning my back to face her. I slightly bowed, something that I had spent quite a long time not doing. 


“Yes, the air and breeze of this side of the country quite appease me.” She said that, which made me smile a little. I was not quite the choosy of air since the start of my troubles; I had faced so much that I had forgotten what air and breeze felt like. 


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