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Please be there, please be there, please be there, please—
"Lashes!" The prince screamed.
The boy glared at him — his magic immediately disappeared.
Oh. He did not looked pleased to meet the young prince again.
"You will explain everything to me."
Ryusei was confused.
"Explain what?"
"Why did you pluck a flower?" The boy asked.
"Because you wanted one."
The wizard's gaze softened, ever so slightly.
"You shall be executed, if you are seen plucking flowers from the king's garden. We are forbidden to enter, let alone take without asking."
"But I am allowed. I am the prince of the Shidou Duchy."
The boy became rigid. Defensive.
Terrified.
He immediatly knelt before the prince, his head held low.
"I apologize, my lord."
"For what?" Ryusei asked, surprised.
"For speaking out of turn."
"Oh."
Ryusei did not understand.
"You don't have to." He said, finally.
The wizard looked up to meet his eyes.
"Whatever do you mean, my lord?"
"We're friends!" The prince grinned.
....
"Pardon?"