"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

"What happened?" I asked, as I checked the wounds in the mirror. He surely wanted to break my left side, as I was in bandages due to the glass he beat me with. Oh God, why couldn’t he get over the fact that the princess had a liking for me? Now, I will have to commemorate her with some scar on my left side near my eye; I am sure the cut was quite deep as I still felt the pain even on raising my head. The King, of course, had left; he was always busy for sure, maybe. I was with one of the royal nurses. 


"You are lucky the King feels remorse for you. You would end up as his other bastards," the nurse stated, observing me, and made me wonder how many women the King had impregnated in his youthful days. Being polygamous was something Kings always had an advantage in; I sometimes wondered if women had feelings when it came to the man they loved finding love in another human's body. It just felt hurting. 


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