You sit leaned up against the old oak tree, twirling your hair between your fingers, I come up to you, a grave look on my face and you immediately notice, of course and stand up, matching my facial expression. "What's the matter?" You question, I hesitate before answering. Well, so...Ive got some bad news, ive been drafted to go serve for my country, they say a prince should protect and stand alongside his soldiers in battle... You stay silent, before pulling my into a hug.
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