Regrets That Were Once Made

Regrets That Were Once Made

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William Seabury is the son of a bishop. A quiet boy of 17, growing up in the early days of America. As the son of a bishop and a American General's grandson, William was encouraged to study and become a member of upper society and to marry rich. Prince Frederick, the first born son of King George and Y/N L/N, he was expected to grow up to be the King one day. Despite being awkward in nature, Frederick yearned for an adventure. And with his 18th birthday nearing he needs to act fast before his eventual marriage to some foreign princess. Fredrick and William are two completely different people. But unbeknownst to them, that they are connected. Connected by the regrets that were once made by the very people who brought them life. Many games had been played before and observed. But sometimes it's what the game does to others, that really matters.
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(Soulmate Au) (Futuristic Modern Day Au) When someone turns 18, the name of their soulmate appears somewhere on their body. Samuel Seabury expected to get some average name, maybe someone he knew, maybe someone he didn't. He almost expected there to be no name. But, to his surprise, and almost everyone in his family's surprise, he got the name of the famous CEO George William Fredrick. George Fredrick had always ignored his soulmate's name, mostly because if he searched for them every other gold-digger would say it was their name. He didn't really mind, he was a loner anyways. The boy could care less who it was, that was until a scrawny looking boy appeared on his doorstep and showed him a mark on his forearm. It was his handwriting for sure, but barley anyone knew what that looked like. It seemed the boy was kicked out for having a boy's name on his arm, so he let the kid in. Cover by me :)

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