- Where we're you?
- None of your business
- IT'S MY DAMN BUSINESS TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE!
- SHUT UP! IT'S NOBODY'S BUSINESS BUT ME TO KNOW WHERE I AM!!
- YOU CAN'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, GOT IT!!?
- THEN DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT EITHER!!!
- I CAN TALK TO YOU HOWEVER I WANT!! NOW TELL ME WHERE YOU WERE!
- NO!
- YOU WANT TO BE GROUNDED!?
- YOU CAN'T GROUND ME, NO ONE CAN! I ALWAYS FIND A WAY TO ESCAPE
- WE'LL SEE HOW THE HELL YOU'LL ESCAPE WHEN I PUT 50 GUARDS ON YOUR DOOR!
- YOU'LL NOT SEE HOW THE HELL I'LL ESCAPE! YOU'LL LOOK ONE SECOND AND SEE -he snapped- POOF, I'M GONE
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He looked at the wooden walls of enormous room of his. He would wish his room to be smaller, it'd feel less empty that way. But his request had been denied for god knows which reason. He was planning a way to escape. He grabbed a sword screamed as if he was injured, guards opened the door and freezes as they see him completely panicked.
- Someone broke into my room from the window!
- What? Your majesty it's not possible.
- Don't you believe me?
- Well, we're...
- Just do your duty and catch that idiot who dared attempting to harm me.
They were confused, distracted, so he runned away. He was fast, really fast, and he managed to run away. No one tried hard to stop him anyway, all of them were in the mind-set of "someone else would do it".
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Crowns are not for kids
FantasyAfter the death of their father, the palace basically belongs to spoiled and sad little prince, and his too diciplened, sometimes too harsh big brother; what could possibly go wrong in the palace?
