#thousandscribed

His power over other countries and kingdoms was vast and well known, and at this time, few dared to cross him anymore. In fact the last man to cross him had ended up giving his most beautiful daughter as tribute to him. And here the girl stood, proud, angry and fierce, defying him with eher words, despite owning nothing but her body in his palace.

“After everything, it’s still us.” He smiled and shook his head a little, wrapping his arms around her waist. For a while, he’d been scared she would choose them over him, she would choose family over love, chooose tradition over freedom. But he couldn’t have stayed, not if he wanted, and she knew it, and chose to join him instead. 

               he likes lunch. he can get away from the richie riches of this school and eat a meal in peace. but then there’s a person standing in front of him, blocking the sunlight and he can’t help the small slump of his shoulders. he recognizes the perfume, which only makes him hate this place that much more. so he rolls his eyes and finally looks up. ❝ look princess, i’m really not interested in anything you have to say. so run along back to your minions and find some fake sympathy over there. ❞ his fork points in the direction of the blossom girl’s followers, both of whom immediately look away when his attention is so much as drawn to them.