"Are you ever going to tell me how old you are?" I watch the rain drown the ground, echoing our sloshed footsteps in the empty air. With every step I take, the stupid boots get suctioned to the grass.
"Nah."
"Well then. I lied about my age." I'm very good at this.
"Liar."
"I'm thirteen."
He stops walking and looks at me disturbed before flicking my nose and walking away. Walking in mud is annoying, especially in boots and a white dress. Why is there so much rain? I've never seen so much rain in my life.
"Have you seen this much rain before?"
"Yes."
"I haven't."
"I can tell."
I throw my arm over his shoulder, and he flinches as I pull him closer.
"You have to tell me all your life history."
"Why?"
"I'm nosey."
"Then no."
"I'm not nosey."
"Good for you."
I let go of him, which helps my walking.
"Are you excited to be a king? I'm so nervous- well not to be a king, that wouldn't work. I'm excited, though." My parents have taught me everything, either way, they will be there with me if I need help. They're the best. I wouldn't want to be a king either, dresses are the best and I now have a vendetta against pants.
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"I'm not going back there."
I accidently let out the gasp. Who wouldn't want to be with their family? Life is useless without family. "What?" Walking and talking do not go well together. I almost fell on my face two thousand times. Mud is evil. Why would he not want to be with his family?
"You heard me."
"Why?"
"Because you have ears."
I flick his shoulder. "I didn't mean that. Why aren't you going back?"
He shrugs. "Free will."
"Won't you miss your family?"
He shrugs.
"Luna and Darian?"
He shrugs again. I'll have to teach him how to respond one day, after he teaches me how to be a better actor.
"Any of your friends?"
"Don't have any."
"Zephyr?"
He stops walking for a moment, staring at the ground in despair but continues walking. "He'll find me."
"What if he doesn't?"
"I told him where to go. He'll find me."
I grab his hand and swing our arms. I've been with him for many, many days now and I don't know much about him, but at the same time, a lot about him. Like, how he loves to sleep, is quiet a lot and possesses a pitiful aura of sadness. "I'm so tired."
He nods. Not much to work with.
"Are you tired?"
"Extremely."
"We should sleep."
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"The ground isn't right, and we have to keep walking, princess."
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The Runaway
Fantasía19-year-old Vivienne is taken away from her kingdom on a little trip gone wrong. What happens when she meets a mysterious man who won't tell her about himself or comes and goes as he pleases? Will she ever get back to her home or be stuck in this ki...
