Warren and I make our way to the stable where the guards keep their horses. One of the perks of being royal I guess. We walk in comfortable silence until Warren points to a trash bin with a purse in it.
"That's you," he says. This is why he's my second favorite dork.
"True, true. At least I can afford a sense of humor," this goes on for a while. Playful teasing. Meaningless burns and comebacks have become commonplace in our friendship. This is why he's not lower on my list of favorite dorks.
We find our horses, saddle up, mount them, and make our way home while jumping between conversation and teasing. Gosh, why can't it be like this all the time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N
Sorry for the short chapter.
Sorry in advance for the slow pace. My plan gets better soon. ∩_∩
YOU ARE READING
Princess
FantasyA/N Grammar Nazi me until I die in this book. I'd really appreciate it. Go hog wild ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< "All hail her royal highness, Princess Charlotte of Egrea!" This is the way Charlie has been introduced ever since she was lit...
