xander sat on the beach and looked out at the water. he was smoking a joint, it was something he had grown accustomed to doing often since being forced to come here by his parents. he was lucky that he had smuggled in a large stash, or he’d have gone mad by now. listening to the waves crash, and watching the smoke billow in front of him as he exhaled, he thought about how he was basically last in line, xander didn’t see why he needed to be sequestered on this godforsaken island. for the first couple weeks it was fun, party after party, new exciting people, but the prince was growing bored. he was lost in his thoughts, when he noticed he was no longer alone. words tumbled from his mouth without even looking to see who had joined him, “what? you looking to take a drag?”