jesse slid the deck of cards from hand to hand with practiced ease, shuffling them through different patterns and shapes, some of which had taken him years to come up with and master. they were well seasoned these days, however, and the repetition of it all kept him calm. that and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore; the birds flying in the air... it was almost as if he were back at sea. a feeling that was proving to be invaluable these days, what with the stress of all the royals hanging about. most of them not even being looked after properly. the whole situation felt like a big joke, really. a thought that was only reinforced the moment he noticed a royal hanging about. jesse’s frown deepened, “aren’t you suppose to have a shadow?” @englandprince