"Young Prince," a voice called out softly from outside Nate's dreamworld. Slowly, he opened his eyes to streams of light pouring into his room from the windows. Nathan Sat up and yawned.
"Morning Jessica," Nate said groggily. Jessica was the only servant in the castle that he felt he could trust.
"And how many times have I told you to call me Nate?"
"Young Prince, I could never!" Jessica insisted, waving her arms about frantically in front of her chest and her eyes tightly closed.
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Demon!
Fantasy"Demon!" "Devil!" "Monster!" Sometimes he'd start to believe it. All these things that he had been called were getting to him. He hated it. He hated them. He hated himself sometimes for making that mistake all those years ago. But, then again, if it...
