"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

It was a moment to relapse, something I could term as the best time ever, especially knowing that my papers were set, and I was now capable of leaving this country without any illegal constraints. However, the problem, was Ezron. He did not have any papers either, and if he had, he may have somehow hidden them from me. However, how could father let him be my guard without any papers when they did not know where we were heading? Anyway, I did not want to think about Ezron; that brother had done more than damage to me. How could he do such a thing to me anyway? 


For my own sake, after leaving Amir’s room and having breakfast prepared by the hotel, I decided to look for Ezron, as I was already told his shift was in the evening and the whole night, so that was better. 


“Hey, brother,” I called out as Ezron was drinking some bottle. It is some sort of drink; I am not sure of the name they use here, but it quite stimulates one’s energy. It is a good drink, the best indeed. 


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