“What am I even doing here? I’d be more useful in Calais,” Louis kept muttering as he smoked on his third cigarette for the past 15 minutes. The young prince had been trying to hide from everything and everyone yet he knew he couldn’t just ignore his surroundings. He could hear the music and the voices of people not too far away, however, all he really wanted to do was to try and see how many cigarettes it takes for his lungs to stop working.












