@ringfinger-leonhard
It was the Prince. No, not even just one. Both of them. He just ran into the Prince of Lothric. Leonhard was petrified, mouth the only thing moving, closing and opening rapidly. How could he excuse this? How could he explain this? What would his parents think? What-
The Prince picked him up. Oh no. What now? Flabbergasted, embarrassed and panicking, the small kid tried to speak up, at least a little.
“Y-your highness. I didn’t- I don’t…”
Lorian is already making his way to the guest rooms, almost jogging as he glances back and forth. Even from here he can hear shouting and unhappy laughter, the sound ricocheting off the stone walls. For the moment he doesn't answer Leonhard, but Lothric does peer at him, turning his head from where it's been pressed against his brother's chest. "It's okay. Lorian won't let anything happen to us."
