Lachlan ran from the large men chasing him. They yelled profanities and insults at the blonde child. Run, his mother's words echoed through his mind. If someone is chasing you, run.
So the young boy ran. He ran until the heavy steps could no longer be heard behind him. He ran until his breath came out in heavy pants. And he ran until his mind was a little less foggy and the tears that were running down his face were nearly gone.
Lachlan was lost, tired, and scared. Without a house and a family to return to, he was alone.
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But You're Royalty
RomanceI bit my lip and looked into his dark eyes. My heart was beating fast and my head felt dizzy. "But you're royalty," I whispered. -- vikklan fic where vikk is a prince and lachlan is a peasant // completed --
