the boy scoffs, "ha. who do you think you are? the king?" "no." the blonde states firmly. his smile lifting into a smug one and his cockiness seems to drip from his words as he continues, "i'm his son."
George, being one of three princes, always stood out. He didn't exactly fit the social standards of being a prince. Clay was a normal commoner who had a craving for adventure. What could be the worse thing that happens when the two accidentally run into each other and can't stay away?