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Sam was freaking out, he was a prince for gods sake. Why the hell was he out here? He was still in London, which meant he’d passed out drunk somewhere. He followed an innocent looking girl, hoping that she’d help him find his way back to the palace. “E-Excuse me?”
Oh god, she hadn't gotten away. Lydia was close to screaming at this person for even coming near her. Her hands coiled into balls and she broke out in a thin sweat. Then Lydia heard his voice, and took the time to see his face. "Oh, God," she breathed, immediately recognizing the prince.















