"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

After Ezron left, I sat up on the gold-made table with some wooden legs for about ten minutes or so, contemplating everything as random thoughts rang in my mind. The main question was what to say upon my arrival home. I knew Father might have had an idea of where I was, given the things Ezron took part in behind my back – or, better said, things far away from my knowledge. 


I thought about home speculatively now. I suddenly started to look for something special for each of my siblings and my mother, the Duke’s wife. Of course, I call her mother, for she was the guide, the light, and the first woman with whom I had an introspection and a soft spot. Yes, Father used to take me to my biological mother’s stone every year to celebrate her anniversary, right after we would celebrate my birthday. But, I had never really created a bond with a woman like I did with the Duke’s wife. 


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