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The wind was hurling outside - It felt like a storm was coming. Simon's words were stolen by the harsh wind when Samuel and John stepped outside. He gestured inside the cart, where an empty space was made between crates and cloths. "It's not very princely, I know." Simon remarked bitterly - words barely louder than the hurl.

Chapter 32 : Merchandise

\/\/\/\/ thoughts and rambles bellow the cut \/\/\/\/

Samuel looked away from his vantage point. The chamberlain’s office was dark, only the fire and some other torch was lighting everything. No one except the two princes and their guards were inside. The Chamberlain had left to order soldiers and make sense of the mess. The young guard left an exhale – frustration tensing his bones. His gaze stuck to the prince. No charred clothes, nor burns ; the worst was his wild hair. He stood hovering close to his little brother, shoulders heavy with a weight of their own.

That's right ! I'm finally back from the break I took and chapter 22 is in the works !

This past month (can't believe the two weeks break turned to almost a month :'D) was crazy, I had to work and study for my uncoming final exams but also secondary exams and projects, it was messy. Thank you all for being patient though, and I promise, the next chapter will be worth it!

All that Samuel could think about, watching this mother, was his own. He saw in the noblewoman the same pain, the same lines of worry his mother had carried for him for years – the first time he fought for against goys who had struck the first blow, the second and third time again… And more recently, when he had come back from the battle.

<3 <3 <3 | This Thursday's chapter ended up much bigger than I initially thought (it's currently sitting at around 2.9k)

I am thrilled to finally write it down as it is a chapter i've had in my mind for a long time now :>

See you next thursday !

The prince had tried yet another bout of conversation ; some polite small talk that Samuel was accustomed to hear from one nobleman to another, wearing tense smile and clenched jaws – a politely way to keep up appearances of good will in front of a man who loathed you. It was odd coming from Prince John’s mouth, whose smile was not tense, nor jaw clenched. Samuel kept his silence ; no point in entertaining him.

Hello guys ! I finished chapter 13 earlier than what I was prepared for ; so here is a sneakpeek from it.

Now this chapter is much shorter than the previous ones so I apologise !

See you this thursday :)

If the prince stayed longer, Samuel would need to haul his unconscious body up to his chambers. And Samuel was not too keen on doing just that. “We should-” “No,” the prince said, voice trembling but focused, “We stay.”

I keep writing because of how inspired I am ! that's crazy xD

He shifted his jaw around, arms upon the table. He slowly lifted his hand to idly trace the grain, then, two taps. He watched the corner of John’s mouth curl in a smile, hidden behind the winecup. Samuel felt the nudge of a boot, the heat of a body close but not outright touching. He understood what it meant ; “I heard you – I acknowledge you.” The young prince did not react – not right away. Instead he slowly finished his plate and winecup, eyes staying aware but relaxed.

Henry watched Hans position the chopsticks, one snug against the bottom of his thumb, the other between his index and thumb. He tried as Hans showed him to - it wasn't very comfortable, and when he tried to pick the noodles up - they immediately left its grasps, falling into the soup in a splash, droplet landing on his shirt. Hans' reaction was immediate, laughing with his head thrown back while Henry wiped his shirt. "I think I'll stick to how I do it."  "No, no, you just need to practice it." "I'm too hungry to practice, I just need to eat."

Here's a small sneakpeak :

“Do you have any other siblings ?” Samuel asked suddenly. He didn’t know what pushed him to. Sir John took a few moments to answer – enough that Samuel thought he might have overstepped. “I have one other younger brother, George.” A pause. “And I used to have an older brother, but he passed away.” Samuel could hear the suppressed tremble on the prince’s voice – trying to hide, to stash further what was on the tip of his tongue.