"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

"Candles, lights, cakes, cuisines..., ooohh..., God, Hey!!... You need to put that right dear..., Hey, don’t…” I heard my mother screaming downstairs to the maids who were preparing. 


Yes, I had arrived six months back, but I did not let myself out, since father had provided me with some businesses to take into account. It was all business and business. 


The occasion was, my sister was set to be engaged today; she was already sixteen, and I was already saddened by the news. I hated reminding myself that I had not yet found myself a suitable suitor who would bore me children that one day would inherit my property. Mother kept shouting, making me not focus much on the book of accounts I was trying to add up. 


“Ma, it’s okay..., they got this.” I stated when I arrived next to her, “Come, have a seat, I’ll make sure everything is flawless.” I stated. 


“Eliza,… right?” The maiden nodded, 


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