Lion Head Mesa I'll probably get soup. Or something light.

There was something exhilarating about being called Prince. Charles entered her chambers as she invited him. He wasn't really sure how to get were this was most certainly going, but he would do his best.

Her scent gave him a physical response, though he did not enjoy the feeling. How you doing? Asked Charles, his lack of vocabulary making him sound rather crude and unprincely. The berries only stood to worsen that effect. You look good today.