"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. "
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***************~~~~~~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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 party was beautiful," I told myself before lying in this bed. Yes, we had already arrived. When it is family, Father never wanted any sleepovers; he just preferred traveling, even though it meant that we could arrive the next morning. He just was never a fan of the same. My thoughts swayed from the whole party to the princess. I was glad she was thinking of marriage, as much as I did. I really did think about it, like how our first night would be. That was the thing disturbing my brain, and as I shifted myself, I heard someone calling me from my window; it was my brother. I was upstairs. What if he falls? I then opened the window and let him in. 


“What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you tired?” I asked him as I wore some robe, since I was used to sleeping topless. 


WILLOCK 62