"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 is to be known that the Duke of Vikings' son, one of London’s top ten most eligible bachelors, has already stolen a diamond. It is stated that he is among the top ten, but not to surpass the dazzling beauties of the Viscount's son. Rather, remember the handsome and hairy charm within the Baron’s house. Despite being in the top ten, I must assert, dear reader, that he is the best among them. 


His dazzling blue eyes, which lighten when he is ashamed, astonished, hurt, or humiliated, complement his dazzling white skin that turns red when he scratches too much. Well, every fair complexion turns red, doesn’t it? It was nearly two, or rather almost three, years ago when this boy was introduced by the Viscount in the grand ballroom. Now, he is being embraced by the wings of the king and shall take over the palace of Wales, ruling with whatever title he wishes. 


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