#c;patch

pocketpatch: guess where i am right now

‘you---you’re how old?’

‘ Cristina --- I’m afraid I’ve got a bit of a  confession I must admit to you. ‘

She's still managed to make him nervous after all this time. While the two weren't terribly close, Patch still couldn't help but blush brightly whenever the pretty girl spoke to him.                        "H-Hi, Cristina."

           He couldn't stop PACING. It was almost time for them to meet, and for such a supposedly joyous occasion, the  k i n g  felt nothing but nerves.                         An arranged marriage?                          Had it truly been such a                         good idea? What if she did not fancy him? There were plenty of younger, much handsomer royals out there. He was certain this poor girl was cursing the stars since  she'd been paired with him. Hands running through his dark curls, Patch took in a deep breath, doing his best not to be consumed by the anxious thoughts swirling inside of his mind.                             

"I don't know----you'll be so far away. Will we even get to see each other anymore?"

            "Have you ever done this before?"

"I---I know it's late, but would you---I---can I come in?"