"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

When I was on my educational travels, there was one proverb that seemed quite underestimated: ‘when the deel is too good, think twice. This proverb was quite an understanding statement by itself. My love for writing with the use of proverbs wouldn’t stop me from replaying that proverb inside my scalp as I sat at this table, full of the members inside this castle. It was meal time, and I was still dressed like a prince in here, and in my country, I would be some sort of royal guard or a person ready for war. I just missed a sword rightfully fitting on my left side, exactly on my waste. I was taking my meal quite steadily, and at the front, I could see the princess eyeing me. 


“Do you like the food, Willock?” The Queen asked, catching me off guard. It seemed everyone knew who I was somehow; of course, why would they let someone they had no idea about enter such a large castle? 


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