*On hold/pause*
WARNING (Cringe) no really I mean it
Dante Krofton,
Didn't have a nice family like others he was always neglected and told to do better.
one night after studying and falling asleep in the library he gets told off by a librarian to...
After squinting my eyes for like the longest time ever I opened my eyes to be met with a bright light. as I glanced out my window I realized I was pretty high up but not only that I was met with a beautiful green scenery That just made my eyes shine in awe
*Now that I think about it being kidnapped is not so bad* I nodded my head at my thoughts-
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Knock knock
I stood still at the sudden sound
*damn im really dying huh..*
“Your grace?” The voice spoke behind the door
*your grace? Is my kidnapper really into role plays or is he just coo coo in his head I mean he did kidnap me so I suppose it is a posibibly that he is mental*
I froze forgetting about the voice behind the door and kept pondering about what was going on
“Your grace?.. I’m coming in”
Before getting enough time to react the door extended open I released the drape making the room dark and dim again while being face to face with a rather good looking man well very good looking man
“Your grace..” The man spoke “Uh…” I replied “Your grace I expected you to still be asleep so I came to check up on you and give you your breakfast it seems I have intruded and came in when not told to I apologize” He lowered his head with a stoic expression almost daring
“Oh uh.. It's alright I guess.. You can um lift your head now”
The man looked confused for a moment and regained his dignified posture
“Um but I do have a question though.. Who are you, and where am I?”
The man looked at me shocked for a moment but then returned to his stoic expression.
He walked into the room and placed a tray of soup and bread with a cup of water on the dresser near the bed and than spoke
“Your grace, your Lewis Whirlindin I am your personal courtier Cyril.. Do you recall? You poisoned yourself..”
