"You got selected as one of the candidates to be married to Prince Vachirawit Bright Chivaaree Kingdom of Galicia"
"METAWIN OPAS-IAMKAJORN!!! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE!! WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME!?"
"Mom! what's wrong with you?! Where is the fire?!"
"...
Coz I don't deserve you at all...baby I'm no magician but I may disappear tonight...
Short of breaths...
Every step that Win makes gets heavier as he pulls his suitcase. He is like leaving a piece of him but at the same time vacating a space that cannot be replaced. As he walked away, he looked at the huge portrait of the Prince hanging at the wall alone, which seems watching him with eyes full of blame and questions.
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He is not running away.
He is just simply saving themselves from heartache. Win throws the picture one last look as he goes to where the Duke is waiting.
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The Duke is now wearing simple garb waiting for Win but still, the air around him shouts aristocracy.
Win utter an apology for making Soler wait that the Duke only replies with a grunt.
"Is it okay for me to leave without informing anyone, Your Excellency?" Win asked. He felt uneasy for not informing the King and Queen for that matter and he felt like a theft in the middle of the night.
"Informing maybe the Prince?" Soler glances back with a blank countenance making Win fidget as he looked away. "It's written all over your face kid." The Duke chuckled.
