Lost Creek Hollow girl you party all the time

Xan rn

There that word was again: prince. Despite seeing himself more as a king as of late, the term still stroked his ego. A smirk played at the corners of his maw and his chest puffed out ever so slightly, easily influenced by the title; he’d been quick to react to it ever since he was a child, understanding that it put him above the rest. “I am,” he said. “At least until I officially take over—then I’ll be a king.” Although he considered himself one already, one could argue that he hadn’t quite ascended yet. But hey, both held power in the word alone, so he wasn’t complaining.

As per usual, her charms went unnoticed. Had he received more socialisation growing up, perhaps he would have at least learned to pick up on certain cues but, alas, he was forced to start learning later on in life; it made it difficult, especially since he was exactly trying. “Fighting,” he answered point-blank. “I’ve been training as a warrior my entire life.” More or less since he’d started to walk.