"Maybe-Maybe..she's just hiding really well or something because I don't want to know if she is real or not, I want her. Give me her. I want her now. I need her. Give her to me."
it was a week into the marking tests-the prince decided to supervise this time-he wanted to see what was being done, and he had become too frustrated and restless to standby. They were at the farmlands on the edge of town, the prince's nose wrinkled with disgust.
