(James’ point of view)

After successfully being able to get away from my drear friend’s questions I went to eat. Damn it’s been years since I haven’t eaten anything like this: beef roast. We can’t eat things like this in the church, what a pity!

As I was peacefully eating, tasting every bite, someone had to be a pain in my fucking ass! Now I can’t fucking eat peacefully before Andrew comes. I carefully cleaned my mouth and turned around to see the one who was having a death wish .Ahhhhhh! I.AM.DEAD.NOW...R.I. P FOR ME!

The guy in front of me is no one else but one of the soon to be king’s best friends!!!

No, control yourself because you have to protect Andrew. I can lie again, right? Right?!

I looked carefully at the figure in front of me.

A tall and muscular guy stood in front of me. Green hazel eyes were searching mine; cherry lips were moving but I couldn’t hear anything from them. Black short hair was appearing so soft that I had the urge to touch them. His white snow skin was shining so bright. He had his ears pierced where two silver earrings were hanging. His hand was holding the sword that had blood dripping from it. He was wearing all black. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with golden buttons and his sleeves rolled up; his black jacket was hanging on his sholders.

“Am I that handsome?", I finally heard.

Shit! Was I starring that much?

“I am sorry for my rude behaviour, sir George Paxton", I said.

Okay, let me admit, he is my type but I’ve heard many things about him which made me hate him. Not me only but all good people hate his behaviour of sleeping with the first person he finds interesting. The interesting part is: he doesn’t force those people; he sleeps with the after asking their permission. Can you believe it? Well, I can’t believe it but I can’t say anything till I try it myself. Fuck no! I am not going to even think about trying...it was just a way of saying.

“Who are you?", he asked.

I can’t believe my ears, he asked/said something useful when he is known for being a dumbass.

“Well, I don’t believe that you need to know identity", I said trying to not show my sassy self.

“Oh, we have a wild cat here .Interesting", he said noticing the blood on the sword and on his hand.

He was struggling to find a hand Kief when he had it in his shirt’s pocket and I bet he is the one who putted there and not the servants because it was putted in like an unprofessional.

I took the first tissue I saw on the giant table and handed to him. He is so stupid.

I bowed and left without saying a word to a stupid person like him.

Just as I left, I saw Andrew coming out from a room. What was he doing there? I went near him and saw his red mess face. Don't tell me I missed something spicy 😉

“Ahem”, I fake coughed to get his attention which I got immediately.

“W-what?”, asked nervous.

“What happened to you and where did you go?”, I asked knowing that he wouldn’t lie.

Call me a bastard but I love hitting people on their sensitive spot.

“You don’t need to know, let's leave now and I don’t want a hear a ‘no’ from you”, he said pointing his finger at me.

He looks pissed...not normal.

He started walking ahead and I followed him behind and found a golden button on his hood. I sneakily took that button and took a quick look at it. This can’t be! This is the loyal Winglord’s son’s shirt’s button.

You might be thinking how I am so sure of it? Well, it has a rose with wings printed on it. Only the soon to be kings of this country can have buttons like this one. What happened in that room? Now I am more curious than before. I am going to find out the truth by any cost!