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      “You.” His tone is about as flat as the beast on the ground under his boots. A lesser demon, some miscellaneous imp. The prince stood with his halberd point down in the poor wretch’s skull. “We know each other well enough by now to know that this isn’t normal.” He was expecting something more violent or sinister. He was expecting a knife to the back, something like that. That not happening meant something was wrong. “So, what is it?”

Royal flesh: Shameless princess p.d.a.

Tomas was not one to attend church. He was never raised that way at the orphanage. The caregivers doesn’t enforce religion upon the children, but if one showed interest in learning a faith, they’d bring them to a church or a temple and help the child in learning. He’s at the local church today to pick up Oliver though, legs swinging from where he sat on a bench, fiddling with his camera. He’s snapping some random photos of the church goers as they exit the building after Sunday mass was over, some mingling with others underneath the shade of trees. After waiting for more than 15 minutes, Tomas makes his way into the church to look for Oliver, but is soon distracted by burning candles and paintings on the walls, soon snapping more photos, the shutter clicking away in the quiet hall.

       “I know. It’s a wizard, trying to harvest my blood.” He’s stopped on his journey to grab a quick drink from a stream and eat some of the provisions he’s packed. It isn’t much a reprieve, but he doesn’t have much time to waste on things like food and drink. Moving deeper into the forest was more important. “I’m not worried. I know exactly where they are.”

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