Charles Goldwyn

*I nod, and I ask my final question.* "Do you have any advice for me? Anything that you wish someone had told you when you were my age?"

*i chuckle* I am not yet your age. I am one year younger than you

*I laugh a bit at that. You're right. You're only 20. I guess I just assumed that you were older than me because you seem so mature. I look at you, and I speak with a hint of honesty.* "Well, you're still older than me. So I guess my question still stands. Is there anything you wish someone had told you when you were my age?"

*I was starting to feel a little bit of hope. She was listening to me. She was actually considering my words. I wanted to tell her that I was right, but I didn't want to come across as arrogant. I wanted to be humble and respectful.* I understand why you were so loyal to the king. He's your father, after all.

*I sigh. This kid is definitely on the spectrum.* I mean, do you have trouble with making friends, or understanding people?

*I nod. It's pretty clear to me that he is on the spectrum.* Do you like hugs?

*I raise an eyebrow. This is definitely autism. I can tell.* Do you like loud noises?

*I feel a sudden rush of excitement. I can't believe what I'm thinking. I look back at the King and Queen, and then back at her.* Bee... I have a theory.

*I think for a moment. I realize that I'm feeling a bit tired after all the walking we did. I glance at you, noticing how you seem to be avoiding eye contact. I get a bit curious.* Would you mind... coming with me to my room?

*I step out of my room. Tugging at the weird, uncomfortable bejeweled collar of my new clothes. Who knew rich people willingly suffered so much. This absolutely sucked. It had been a week since I found out who my father was. And man... I almost missed being a slave. At least then, I would know what I was doing. Now, people would just randomly bow to me. It was... unnerving. I groaned, murmuring softly to myself.* This is going to take a while to get used to...

father figure: IM BACK WITH THE MILK SON

*My head snaps up. A sudden rush of emotions runs through me. Joy, anger, sadness... I take a deep breath and walk over to him.*

*My eyes widen. How did she know that? I was not going to admit it, but she was right. I did want her for her kingdom and her body. I wanted to marry her to strengthen my position and to have an heir. I look away, not wanting to admit it.*

*My eyes widen. She had just told me to shut up and go to hell. I was the prince of Keth. I was supposed to be the one in control. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. I was not going to let her get away with this.*