Rain! That damned rain! If someone were to ask O’Neil Andrew Morisette what he hated the most in the end of 6th Month of Light’s Year 791, the Prince would most definitely respond with "Rain! God dammit! What else? Have you ever seen rain that doesn’t fucking stop at all?"
"Relax, boy! You need to relax, get some rest." Snowstorm fiddled with the pork chop in the plate, he thought the person laying in bed wasn’t a prince at the moment, but some uncivilized butcher, this teen had been spouting cusswords left and right ever since he had been down with a cold as if the whole world had owed him money.
The Prince panted heavily, he really thought he wasn’t fit for travel. The last trip from Damorga to Dulin? Oscar spat at his bodyguard. It was that bodyguard who left him in severe injury in that very short journey. Hah! It gets better! Now that the journey lengthened, his injury seemed to have stacked, what’s the logic behind this?
