“Kiss me,” orders the second-born heir.

“Absolutely not,” says the mercenary, with a soft smile “You’re very drunk.”

“Am not!” says the heir indignantly “I’m- I’m only a little drunk.” xe says, holding two fingers close together for emphasis “And I want you to kiss me.”

“And I want you to go to bed, dear princex. Perhaps you can ask me again in the morning.”

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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