"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

"The journey was lengthy, I suppose, but my thoughts were so much in action that I saw the journey as a symbolization of blinking. Amir had stated the words quite clearly; my clothes and items had all been set onto the carriage, and I was set to return to the hotel, and now live the life I always had. The pianist's life, maybe—something of that sort. Sometimes, there was always a turn when it came to this life with which I drove; it always seemed that something would make sure that a curtained turn would happen. However, this life, my life, seemed to have another driver, another cause; it was always me following that course. 


“Where are my items?” I questioned, right after Amir and I were welcomed in the hotel. 


“It has all been put in your room; your room shall be number five hundred and six,” the man next to us stated. 


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