Escritos

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 Hey! It's Wildcat246. Aquí un prologo de una historia que se me habia ocurrido, disfrutenlo.

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"He was sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting room. He felt uncomfortable then he looked a the clock above a door in front of him, the sound of the clock passing the seconds made him even more nervous. Nobody couldn't know that he was there.

 His grey hair fell on his forehead covering his eyes a little. He was wearing non-branded and very casual clothes something that he really wouldn't wear.

 He was waiting for a paternity result, that was going to be the answer if he was or not the son of his father. He wanted to vomit because of the nerves. By this time everyone had realized that he had run away from his house. They should be calling the police and the royal guard too.

 He looked around him and let out a sigh. He looked at his shoes, he was really nervous. He could feel the gaze of the people in the waiting room. Maybe they knew his secret, they knew that he was the Prince Louis Wolfram of England.

— Mr. Nate Collins, I have the results of his exams.

 He had borrowed his friend's name without telling him. The doctor was inviting him to come into his office. "

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"Estaba sentado en una de las sillas de la sala de espera. Se sintió incómodo y luego miró el reloj sobre una puerta frente a él, el sonido del reloj pasando los segundos lo pone aún más nervioso. Nadie podía saber que estaba allí.

 Su cabello gris caía sobre su frente cubriéndole un poco los ojos. Llevaba ropa muy informal y sin marca, algo que realmente no usaría.

 Estaba esperando un resultado de paternidad, esa iba a ser la respuesta si era o no hijo de su padre. Quería vomitar por los nervios. Para entonces, todos se habían dado cuenta de que se había escapado de su casa. Deberían estar llamando a la policía y también a la guardia real.

 Miró a su alrededor y dejó escapar un suspiro. Se miró los zapatos, estaba realmente nervioso. Podía sentir la mirada de la gente en la sala de espera. Quizás conocían su secreto, sabían que era el príncipe Louis Wolfram de Inglaterra.

— Sr. Nate Collins, tengo los resultados de sus exámenes.

 Había tomado prestado el nombre de su amigo sin decírselo. El médico lo estaba invitando a entrar en su consultorio. "