Brock should have been considered a spoiled brat of a child but he wasn't, in fact, he was a kind, caring and thoughtful young man. When he grew to the age of being able to do things on his own, he would get annoyed with Tiffanie who would literally rip the thing of out his hands and do it for him; he knew full well that it was her job as his servant to make sure he was as comfortable as possible but sometimes, she took her job just a bit too seriously for his taste. Now, peeking on the age of eighteen and about to take over the throne, Brock felt the need to run away for a while. Get away and see the world before he had to settle down and rule the kingdom, and he had a crazy idea.

The bright light of the sun stirred the sleeping beast that was the young man in his bed, a small groan left him as he rolled away from the sunlight and pulled a pillow over his head. Not thinking anything of it, he began to drift back off into la-la-land before the sudden impact on the bed. "AAAAHHHH!!!" He screamed jumping out from under the covers and climbing backwards up against the headboard. When his sleepy gaze landed on Tiffanie and was able to make out that it was her, he let out a large loud laugh of joy. "Good morning Tiffanie. Apparently I need a towel I'm sweating you scared me so much. Did you get our bags packed? We should be leaving for our trip to the lake house for a week here soon." Little did she know, the beach house was near where she was taken from, the main reason he wanted to go was to give her her freedom.