“Do your pressing concerns require help?” the guard asks lightly. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” Alex says, snagging the first bag he sees and shoving the cloak to the bottom of it. He tosses a few piles of clothes from his wardrobe, a bucketful of jewelry from the bathroom shelves. “Are you new?” “Not new, no,” the guard answers. “Do you need me to call anyone, Prince Alejandro? This does feel erratic.” “If you’ve heard I’m talkative, you must’ve heard I’m a bit of a headcase.” “It’d be improper to confirm or deny that.”
can you believe i impulsively started this fantasy project 4 days ago and somehow i'm at 16.5k. i don't even know these people. this is so fun.


















