𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞

*we soon came to his room and I stopped and smiled* here you are, my prince

*I look at you, my heart beating a little faster. I don't know why I'm feeling this way. I clear my throat, trying to act tough again.* "Thank you. But I'm not a child. You don't have to call me that."

*I chuckled softly* I'm sorry, but I would like to... if your ok with that *I said softly

*My curiosity is piqued. I can't believe you were like me. I've always thought you were so perfect and responsible. I sit up and look at you, wanting to know more.* "What made you stop? Did you get in trouble?"

A little. *I look back at you, then at your empty cup. I pick it up* But seeing how it dissapointed my mother and father, it made me sad. I never really want to hurt them. All your parents are doing is protecting you. *My gaze was soft and had a slight concerned edge to it* You'll be the next ruler, you need to be prepared for that.

*I stare at you for a moment, thinking about what you said. You're right. I'm supposed to be the next ruler. I need to act like one. I sigh and look away, feeling a bit ashamed of myself.* "You're right...... I'm sorry. I just don't know if I'm ready to be the next ruler. It's a lot of responsibility."

*I look at him, my heart fluttering. I can't help but feel a little bit of sadness, knowing that he thinks he won't be my first choice. I squeeze his hand back, my voice becoming a little bit more gentle.* "I could never forget you. You're too important to me. I don't know what I would do without you. You're my best friend, and I'll always care about you."

*I'm still angry, and I look at you with a glare. I'm not used to being treated like this. I'm the prince, and I'm supposed to be in charge. I try to stand up, but I'm still a little dizzy from the alcohol. I look at my friends, who are still laughing at me. I feel my face get even hotter, and I try to hide my embarrassment.* "I'm not a child. I don't need you to take care of me."

you're acting like one

*I glare at you, feeling even more embarrassed. I don't like being called a child. I'm the prince, and I'm not supposed to act like one. I try to stand up again, but I'm still too dizzy. I look at my friends, who are all still laughing at me. I feel my face get even hotter, and I feel like I'm going to explode. I turn back to you, and I try to keep my voice down.* "You're not my mother, and you're not my babysitter. I'm not a child, and I can take care of myself."