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Thomas adjusted the watch on his wrist, making sure it was facing the correct way so if he needed to contact the control center, he could. This was the very first time he was going undercover as a teacher to be a bodyguard for Brady, the son of the President of the United States. 

Brady insisted on taking public college courses, which Thomas personally commended, however the Secret Service wasn’t going to let the boy run about without any protection so a select few got to be the lucky ones who were stationed around the campus to keep an eye on the young man. Thomas didn’t think anyone would harm the president’s son, but no one was going to take that chance in case there was that one person who slipped through their fingers. 

Thankfully, Thomas was well educated in history since it was one of his favourite subjects and it made him a perfect candidate for an undercover agent posed as a teacher. Everything is in order... he thought to himself as he organized his desk, waiting for the first class of the day. Students began to file in hesitantly for they made sure it was the right classroom and in the middle of a small group was Brady. Thomas straightened up and adjusted his blazer. The last few students trickled in and he began his lesson, dark eyes always finding their way to the president’s son, Brady. 

It was bad enough that she had to mourn the recent loss of her elder brother. But now everyone was telling her she couldn’t be with the one person who understood her. The one person throughout this whole thing that has kept her sane. It’s for the good of the country... She was scolded. Not all who rule get to marry who they want... She was reprimanded. But like most young women, her heart ignored all of these statements. It’s why she was here now, clearly distraught and upset she had to even be told to end things. She wouldn’t. “I-I don’t want to be queen if it means I have to lose you. I hate how we have to hide away now so they don’t come up to me with some nonsense I just..” She exhaled as her bright blue eyes made way over his handsome face. “I can’t do this without you. I won’t, I’ll refuse the crown I can’t..”

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“You’re silly,” she laughed as Hope finished, watching the little girl curiously. “Every sun needs some flowers, right? Can I see one of the markers?” Quinn questioned, holding out her hand to the little girl. “So, are you giving me tattoos, Hope? Or am I your paper now?”

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Picking up her cell phone, she scrolled down till she found Quinn’s number and hit call. Walking around her apartment as she waited for her friend to pick up the phone. She was hoping Quinn would like to grab lunch or something, the need to get out of the house was killing her.

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. ) 

Send “I think I wanna marry you” for my muse to react to your muse saying it. 

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They say finding your soul mate isn’t easy, but sometimes it’s as easy as drawing on your arm. At least that’s what Hope had told herself. Though other thoughts also came with the ones she forced herself to think, these weren’t as nice. These were ones battled against her insecurities.

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It had been a week since Chance had begged his father, the King, to go abroad for his college education. He had needed a break from everyone knowing exactly who he was and all the tabloids taking pictures of him every single second of every single day. It hadn’t taken him long to convince his father, especially after mentioning that he needed to take this break so he could be prepared to take the throne one day.