[ There’s a muffled snort from Ylva, and another long breath. ]
I understood the invitation, I merely— [ He cut off. He couldn’t very well admit he’d never really had to buy things for himself in his life. Even on the run, once people knew who he was, they simply gave him what he needed.
But he was no longer a prince. The Prince was dead. ]
Fine, Fine. I will find something.
[It was going to take some begging to Ylva and promising her double what she paid for it, but so be it. ]
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I understood the invitation, I merely— [ He cut off. He couldn’t very well admit he’d never really had to buy things for himself in his life. Even on the run, once people knew who he was, they simply gave him what he needed.
But he was no longer a prince. The Prince was dead. ]
Fine, Fine. I will find something.
[It was going to take some begging to Ylva and promising her double what she paid for it, but so be it. ]