Ps this is in half minecraft half real world.
Jerome's pov.
I sit on my throne, impatiently tapping my fingers. Everyone wants to be a prince or a princess, but you're lonely. I hear a gunshot. A scream. Yelling. Crying. I shoot out of my boring throne, dressed in normal clothes, and run to the site. A boy, poor and gasping, gapes and clutches a large bullet hole in his leg. I pull out my bow and shoot the gun out of the guards hands. Everyone hates the poor. They think they started a disease. It killed thousands. Another guard turns to me, prepared to shoot. They recognise me.
"Get out of here. This is no situation for you to deal with, your majesty." He says. I mentally hit my forehead. I stand protectively over the boy.
"He is unarmed, poor, bleeding, doing the smallest crime in this city and crying for mercy, so you decide to SHOOT HIM? What is wrong with you?" I say. "Go. Go home. You are all dismissed." They leave, and I cross over to the bleeding boy. "Hey. What's your name." I ask the boy.
"It huuuurts." Moans the boy. I gently look at the injury.
"Come on," I say. "I'll get you fixed." He passes out in my arm.
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Mitch's pov.
I groan and there is a sharp pain in my legs. I am in someone's arms and being carried somewhere. I'm in the royal house. "Nuuuu. Don hur meh. I do no wroong" I mumble. I trace my fingers over the thick wallet in my pocket. Pickpocketing. I pass out again.
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I open my eyes to the most beautiful bacca ever. "Can I tell you something?" I whisper. (A/N Now kiss!) and we kiss.
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