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Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

As Crow and Preston walked down the corridor that led to the Great Hall, an uncomfortable silence fell between them. Still unsettled by the talk with his father, the thief was in no mood to converse with anyone. All he wanted was to pick up a couple plates of food and head back to his room to turn in early for the night. It seemed that the servant had picked up on his change in mood this time too, as he made no attempt to interrupt the quiet. It was a good thing, since the thief wasn’t sure how patient he would be if the boy tried to ask him the questions that were surely on his mind: What had happened during his talk with the king? What had been said? Why was he so upset?

Crow felt sure that after he had some time to process everything, he would feel better than he felt now, but at the moment, he just wanted to be left alone. He needed to deal with all the changes that were flying at him without the distraction of explaining himself to anyone else. He needed time to accept that as of tomorrow afternoon, he was going to be a nobleman; that he was going to go back to using his real name that had been formerly buried with time; that everything in his life was going to be shifting. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, reigning in the overwhelming tangle of emotions that threatened to boil over inside of him.

This was fine; everything was going to be fine. He’d been expecting this… right? He’d told Penelope that he had. However, as the time for the titling ceremony drew closer, he began to feel like he was being backed up against a wall. He hadn’t even taken the position yet, and he’d already had to make a change that he hadn’t been expecting. What if he wasn’t as prepared as he’d thought? The panic that welled up within him now reminded him of the day he’d stolen the staff from the Younisian king, when he’d nearly turned tail and abandoned the mission altogether.

He let out another slow breath. Just like last time, he couldn’t leave Penelope to protect himself. He’d already told her that he was going to go through with this. Just because it wasn’t as simple as he had first thought didn’t mean he had an excuse to back out. He would have to learn to get used to making a few changes whether he liked it or not. Surely he could handle that.

When Crow and Preston arrived at the Great Hall, the attendant was quick to pull open the door for him. He murmured a word of thanks, still slightly uncomfortable with having someone else do favors for him that he could easily take care of by himself, and stepped inside. However, as soon as the door closed behind them again, he froze.

The Great Hall looked quite different when it was being used. The gilded walls and ceiling were the same, but the floor was packed with people in all sorts of elaborate outfits, talking jovially with each other as they ate their suppers. He’d never seen so many nobles in the same place at once—well, aside from when he’d been sentenced to prison in front of a crowd in the castle courtyard three years ago. It was unnerving to stand in full view of the all the people he normally tried to hide from. He had to fight the urge to duck his head and keep to the edge of the room.

“Crow,” Preston spoke up suddenly from his side. The shortish boy was craning his neck to peer through the crowd. “I think someone’s trying to get your attention.”

The thief blinked, snapping out of his trance, and followed the servant’s line of sight until his gaze landed on Naida, who was waving at him from a table near the middle of the room. He shifted his weight. If he approached her now, that would mean blatantly walking through the center of the crowd to reach her. For a moment, he humored the idea of just waving back to acknowledge her, picking up some food, and returning to his room to eat in private. However, he changed his mind when he caught sight of the knight who was sitting at his sister’s side: Penelope.

He bit the inside of his lip. As uncomfortable as it was to be among so many nobles, he couldn’t deny that he wanted to be close to her—especially after the talk he’d just had with his father. I don’t have to stay for long, he reassured himself, standing up a little straighter. I’ll just stay to have some food with them, and then I can go rest. Having regained a bit of confidence, he took a hesitant step forward and then made his way toward the two noblewomen.

As he expected, the people he walked by parted like water. They wrinkled their noses and kept their distance as if he was some sort of rabid animal that might snap at them. He forced himself to ignore their disgusted behavior. After all, it wasn’t like he expected to be treated any better. He was well aware of how much they all hated him, and he cared little about earning any of their respect. The only thing that mattered to him was making sure none of them hated him enough to knife him in the back. He kept the closest nobles in the corner of his eye, just in case.

To Crow’s relief, he made it through the crowd without any trouble. He slid onto the bench across from the two knights with a sigh, putting his unease behind him now that he was among friendlier faces. “Tell me something,” he said, casting Naida a tired smile. “Do you nobles ever find time between your responsibilities to take a nap?”

“Sometimes,” she shrugged, tilting her head slightly and cracked a smirk. “Why? Are you worried you won’t have another chance after today?”

“I didn’t even get a chance today,” he snorted.

“Penelope said you went to nap in your room though,” Naida said, gesturing to her friend. “Is that not what you did?”

“No,” Crow shook his head. He propped his elbow on the table and rested his cheek against his hand. “The king had more he wanted to talk to me about. I didn’t even have time to lay down.”

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat, drawing Crow’s attention. The thief turned to see that Preston was still standing behind him. “What would you like for dinner?” the servant asked. “I’ll bring it out to you.”

“I can get my own food,” Crow frowned. “Why don’t you take a break?”

“No no,” the boy shook his head. “Only servants should enter the kitchen. I’ll eat only after you’ve been served.”

The thief rolled his eyes, “I don’t see why you should wait on me, but if you insist, I’ll just have something with venison—and a lot of it.”

“Of course,” Preston bowed in that elegant way of his before turning to make his way through the throng of people.

Once the attendant was gone, Crow laid his head on the table with a groan. “Gods, everything keeps changing so fast here,” he whined. “Is it too much to ask for just one day to settle in?”

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

I actually have a feeling they're going to get along once Crow isn't tired and hangry xD

Albin managed to get his name out of him ^^;

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

Crow followed Preston through the long corridors and down the stairs that led to his father’s council chambers. By now, he had memorized the route to get there and could have found it on his own, but the boy seemed to take his role as his guide quite seriously, so the thief let him lead the way. As they walked, he noticed that the guards’ scathing looks seemed to have been replaced with ones of confusion when they saw him being attended by a servant wearing the royal colors of Brerra. He wasn’t surprised. If their positions had been reversed, he probably would have been just as baffled by the sight of a criminal receiving a first-class escort through the palace.

However, the knights weren’t the only ones casting him strange looks. Crow noticed that Preston would also eye him from time to time, as if furtively studying something he wasn’t supposed to be looking at. At first, his glances didn’t bother the thief, but after a while, they began to grate on his already frayed nerves. So, the next time he caught the boy staring, he turned on him with an irritable frown. “What?” he asked defensively. “Am I doing something that amuses you?”

“No,” Preston blinked, looking up to meet his gaze.

“Then why do you keep staring at me like that?” Crow pressed.

“Well,” the servant mused. “I was just thinking that you look more like a peasant than a noble.”

Crow found himself gawking slightly at that. This boy was quite brazen to say something that would have—if he had said it to anyone else—probably gotten him whipped. He laughed. “That’s because I am a peasant,” he said with a smirk. “Did you not know that already?”

“No,” Preston answered with slightly raised brows. “All I knew was that I was assigned to be the next viceroy’s personal attendant, and that the next viceroy’s name would be Crow Lockton.”

“Is that so?” Crow eyed him with new interest. The boy was especially bold to have made the comment that he did if he hadn’t known who he was speaking to. He was also a bit surprised to learn that the servant hadn’t heard of him. “My name doesn’t ring any bells to you?”

“It does,” Preston tilted his head, taking on a contemplative look. “But I don’t remember where I might have heard it.”

Crow laughed again. He’d thought his reputation had spread throughout the whole kingdom, but apparently, he’d been wrong. “Maybe I can help with that,” he grinned. “I’m better known in the inner kingdom as ‘that damn thief.’”

That seemed to have connected in the servant’s head. His eyes widened, “I remember now. You’re the thief who got arrested two years ago.”

Crow grimaced. Of course the palace servant would only know him for his mistake. “I prefer to be thought of as the thief who’s avoided capture for nearly two decades aside from one menial blunder,” he grumbled.

If Preston noticed his change in attitude, he didn’t care. “Why are you going to be the next viceroy if you’re a criminal?” he asked, clearly unafraid to test the waters. “Why didn’t the king hire another nobleman?”

“Who knows?” Crow shrugged, averting his gaze as they approached the doors to the council chamber. He was glad that they had arrived, since he didn’t want the nosy boy learning anything more about his relation to the king.

Fortunately, Preston was willing to change the subject. “His Highness should already be inside,” he said, standing back to lean against the wall across from the door. “He had another meeting with someone else earlier, so he said he would just wait for you here.”

Crow nodded and turned to the door, wavering for a moment before he opened it and stepped inside. In the room, he saw that his father was seated at the far end of the long table, poring over some papers that he couldn’t read.

The king looked up at the sound of someone entering the room and then smiled as he recognized his son. “Good. You’re finally back,” he said, rising from his seat to meet the thief halfway in a fatherly embrace. “How was your trip to the outer villages?”

“Exhausting,” Crow shrugged, unable to stifle another yawn as he stepped back from Albin’s arms.

“I see,” his father chuckled. “Well then, I’ll try to be brief, so you can rest.” He gestured to the closest chair for the thief to sit.

“I’d appreciate that,” Crow nodded, sitting down rather heavily in the seat and leaning forward to rest on his forearms.

The king stepped around to the other side of the stone table to sit across from him. “I just have a few matters I wish to discuss before your titling ceremony tomorrow,” he explained, lacing his fingers together as he reclined in his seat.

“Tomorrow?” Crow echoed in surprise. He had expected it to be soon, but he hadn’t realized it would be happening the very next day.

“Of course,” Albin smiled at him amusedly. “You need to begin your training as soon as possible, and that can’t happen until you formally accept the position. That won’t be a problem, will it?”

“No,” Crow shook his head, forcing himself to keep a neutral expression despite the flutter of nervousness in his stomach.

“Good,” the king smiled warmly. “Now then, I only have a few things to go over with you before I let you retire for the night, the first being what you should expect on the day of the ceremony.”

As his father went on to describe the preparations and rituals he would have to go through, Crow tried his best to pay attention, but found it to be rather difficult as his attention wandered to other things. Ceremonies were dull, and he could see the knights in the courtyard doing their training exercises through a window behind the king’s chair. By the end of the speech, he found himself tempted to nod off, but Albin drew his focus again with a question:

“So, do you think you understand?”

The thief blinked, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded impulsively.

“Good,” the king said again. “That just leaves me with one more matter of concern.”

“Which is?” Crow prompted, hoping to end the meeting quickly so he could go to bed.

Albin studied him for a moment before leaning forward in his seat. “Your name,” he said in a more serious tone.

Crow stiffened slightly, unsure where his father was going with his remark, but certain he didn’t like it. “What about my name?” he asked warily.

“Come now, son,” his father waved a hand. “I know that no mother in her right mind would name her child after a bird.” He held the thief’s gaze as he went on, “I certainly can’t allow my viceroy to be addressed by such an informal title either. Now that you’re going to be my representative, you’re going to have to don a more respectable name. So,” his lip quirked upward in a smile. “Tell me, Crow. What is the name that Madeleine gave you?”

Crow felt the color drain from his face, and he sank into his chair uncomfortably. He hadn’t been expecting his father to ask him such a personal question, and he really didn’t want to give him an answer. If he told the king his real name, he knew that it would no longer be a private part of himself. Everyone would learn it. He would no longer be Crow; he would be Collin. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to give that piece of himself away.

“That was the name she gave me,” he finally bluffed, holding the king’s gaze evenly as he spoke.

Unfortunately, his father saw right through him. “Don’t lie to me,” he sighed, as if disappointed. “I know that isn’t your birth name. Why won’t you just tell me what it is?”

Crow shuffled his feet beneath the table, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. “Why should I tell you?” he suddenly asked with a defensive edge to his voice. “The name I go by now is perfectly fine. I don’t see any reason why I should change it.”

Albin frowned, seeming to grow impatient. “If it was any small matter, I swear to you that I would let you keep your name,” he said slowly. “However, I cannot have an ambassador that is named after a bird. It does not reflect well on myself or on this kingdom. If you’re going to take this position, you must go by a respectable name.” He tapped his index finger on the table. “Now then, I’ll ask once more: What is your name, son?”

Crow fidgeted with the hem of his tunic and averted his gaze to look out the widow again. He hated the thought of giving up one of his most deeply kept secrets, but it seemed his father wasn’t going to give him a choice. Besides, he thought suddenly. It’s not really as secret as it used to be anyway. Thinking back on it, there were a few people who knew his real name now. He’d told Penelope; Gavin and Olivia had found out while he’d been drugged by Hazel’s medicine; and John had figured it out when he’d written it on paper. He let out his breath in a relenting sigh. Perhaps it was time to let go after all.

Returning his gaze to his father’s face, Crow took a steeling breath and answered in a low voice: “My name is Collin.”

“Collin,” Albin repeated slowly, seeming to taste the word on his tongue. His warm smile returned, “A handsome name. I expected nothing less from your mother.” He rose from the table and stepped over to the door, waiting for the thief to join him. “From today on, you, Collin, will be my ward,” he announced, resting one hand firmly on his son’s shoulder. “I’ll be sure to make the guards aware that they are to treat you with the same respect that they show any of my other children.”

Crow nodded wordlessly, still feeling a bit dazed after giving up one of his most personal secrets.

“Go ahead and get some supper,” Albin went on, opening the door for him. “The kitchen servants should still be serving food in the great hall. I will see you tomorrow afternoon in the throne room for your titling ceremony.”

Crow nodded again and stepped out of the room, where he was joined by Preston as he made his way absently to the great hall for supper.

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

Crow probably didn't make the best first impression on Preston xD
Preston would probably assume he's like other arrogant nobles since he reacted pretty irritably lol

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

When they finally arrived at the gates to the wall that surrounded the castle, Crow felt ready to collapse from exhaustion. Between all the traveling they had been doing and his lack of sound sleep the night before, the only thing he wanted at that moment was to lay down in his new bed and get some much-needed rest. The desire was strong enough that he nearly forgot about the fact that he and Penelope would have to be parting ways when they reached the castle doors.

That was, until she reminded him.

Crow turned to her with a frown as the large gates groaned open. Even though he’d been prepared to spend less time with her when they returned, he supposed he’d been hoping to prolong the time they still had left. However, it seemed like that wouldn’t be possible. If she had to speak with the other palace guards right away, it would look strange for him to accompany her for no reason. He would just have to go back to his room alone and hope that they could find a way to meet later on.

“Alright,” he nodded after a moment, stifling a weary yawn. “While you do that, I think I’m going to take a nap before supper.” He turned to her as she added that she hoped they would be able to see each other again soon. “I hope so too,” he said softly, subtly brushing his hand against hers as they walked up to the main doors of the castle.

As always, he ignored the stares and jeers of the knights they walked past. The nobles closest to the castle had seemed to grow more hostile toward him as of late, and he wondered what sort of rumor must have spread about him for their attitudes to change so quickly. Perhaps someone had gossiped that he was going to be hanged after all? The ridiculousness of the thought made him want to snort. If he was really going to be executed, he would never willingly return to the castle like he was now. The knights would have had to drag him back in chains, screaming and kicking the whole way. They had to be fools to believe he was going to face any sort of punishment while he carried himself with such an even temper.

When they reached the large doors that would admit them into the castle, the guards on either side pulled them open with smug expressions, likely fallen for the same rumors as everyone else. Crow rolled his eyes and turned to Penelope as they stepped inside. “I guess this is where we part,” he offered her a halfhearted smile. “See you around, love.” He wished he could give her a kiss goodbye, but not wanting to draw attention to them, he simply nodded his head and turned away from her to make his way over to the stairs that led up to his room in the castle.

The climb was tiring, and he bean to wish his bed chambers were closer to the ground floor of the palace. How does my father do this every day? He wondered wearily, letting out the yawn that he had suppressed earlier. Of course, the rational part of him knew it wouldn’t be nearly as difficult to make it to the top of the stairs when he wasn’t as worn out as he was now. But of course, when he was tired, he didn’t want to listen to that voice. All he wanted was to sleep, and if anything or anyone got in the way of that, he was going to be disagreeable.

When he got to the floor where his room was located, Crow ambled down the hallway, not minding his steps as carefully as he usually did. At the current moment, he didn’t care if anyone heard him coming though. The knights all knew by now that he was allowed to be on this floor. All he cared about was laying down. Fortunately, the guards in this part of the castle didn’t bother him outside of their usual glares, so he made it to his bed chambers without any trouble.

He reached for the handle on one of the large, wooden doors and pulled it open, stepping through the opening and closing it again to escape the eyes of the nobles in the hall. Now alone in his room, he closed his eyes and let out his breath in a quiet sigh of relief. The silence was relaxing. Knowing that he was going to be under watchful gazes for what would likely be the remainder of his life, taking moments to be by himself felt much more meaningful now.

He slid his bag off his shoulders and turned around to go lay down in his bed. However, when he looked up, he discovered that he wasn’t as alone as he’d thought he was.

Crow startled slightly as his eyes fell on a figure standing by his bed. It was a boy—about Hartley’s age, he noted—wearing the clothing of a castle servant. The stranger had reddish-brown hair and bright, hazel eyes that gave him a rather innocent look. He was also a bit on the short side—if they had been standing closer together, Crow guessed he would have been nearly a head taller than him. In the boy’s hands was a broom.

For a moment, the two stared at each other without saying anything, but after a period of tense silence, Crow managed to find his voice again. “Who are you?” he asked, studying the stranger furtively. The boy didn’t look dangerous, per say, but the thief wasn’t one to trust any person he didn’t know, no matter what they looked like at a glance.

To his displeasure, the boy didn’t answer his question right away.

“You’re Crow Lockton, right?” the servant asked, eyeing him curiously.

“Yes,” Crow answered curtly and folded his arms over his chest. “Now who are you?” A small part of him felt a little guilty for being so short tempered with the boy, but he was tired from his long trip and in no mood to converse.

“Oh,” the boy stood up a little straighter and then dipped forward in a bow that was surprisingly elegant for someone his age. “I’m your personal attendant. My name is Preston Bossard.”

Crow quirked a brow at that. He supposed he should have known that he would be getting a servant of his own when he’d taken the job of viceroy—every high-ranking noble he’d ever seen had been attended by numerous peasants—but for some reason, he had assumed that he wouldn’t receive the same special treatment. Apparently, his father had spared him no luxury. Still, something about the thought of being waited on by someone else didn’t sit well with the thief.

“Personal attendant, huh?” he mused and then shook his head. “I don’t need one. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, so you can tell the king that he can let you return to whatever other job he had you doing before.”

To his surprise, his comment didn’t seem to be taken as well as he’d thought it would.

Preston blanched and leaned over in a deeper bow. “O-Of course you don’t need an attendant,” he spluttered, seeming frightened for some reason the thief couldn’t understand. “I’m just here to help make things easier for you. I’ll take care of any tasks you don’t want to do, like washing your clothes or grooming your horses.”

“I don’t have horses.”

“Regardless!” Preston looked up at him again with a nervous expression. “I’m honored to do this job. Please, don’t send me away.”

Crow blinked, confused by the boy’s reaction. He would have thought the servant would have been relieved to be taken away from such a dull job, but instead, he almost seemed afraid of returning to whatever work the king had assigned to him before. He must have had a terrible duty to have been excited by the prospect of waiting on a nobleman, hand and foot. “Alright, fine,” he shrugged after a moment, stepping over to sit down on the edge of his bed. “If it means that much to you, then you can stay.” He bent down to take off his boots, getting ready to take the nap he’d been wanting.

Preston fidgeted uncomfortably with the broom in his hands. “Um, wait,” he said hesitantly.

“What now?” Crow groaned. All he wanted was to sleep, and it was looking like the prospect of doing so was growing dimmer by the second.

“The king instructed me to bring you to his council room as soon as you returned,” Preston explained quickly. “He has something he wishes to say to you.”

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Crow ran a hand through his hair. “I’m tired.”

“I don’t think so,” the boy shook his head. “He made it clear to me that I had to escort you tonight. It sounded pressing.”

Crow drummed his fingers on his knee, toying with the idea of telling the servant that his father would just have to wait until tomorrow, because he wasn’t leaving. However, he didn’t want to get his new attendant in trouble on his first day on the job. He didn’t know his father well enough to assume that the man wouldn’t punish him harshly. “Fine,” he stood up from the bed again with some effort, stretching lazily before he turned to Preston with a wave of his hand. “He’d better make it quick though, because I want to sleep.”

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

It probably will be
But that'll make it more fun x3

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

“I’m sure you will,” Crow smiled at Penelope fondly as she promised to help him adjust to the changes that would soon be coming to his life. Once again, he was glad that she had been able to convince her baroness to let her return to the castle with him. It was hard for him to imagine what his life would be like there without her by his side. He shuddered at the thought. With the overwhelming majority of nobles out for his blood, it was going to be nice to have her around to remind him of why he was doing this in the first place.

As Penelope went on to mention Naida, he casted her an amused look. It was funny to think that she had gone so long without ever realizing his sister was part of the royal family. While Naida didn’t strike him as a stereotypical princess type, surely she had other duties around the castle that were different from regular knights? Perhaps she just preferred to keep those to herself though. Since they were related, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she shared in his distaste for the pomp of nobility. Even from their last talk, he’d gotten the impression that she regretted not being allowed to fight in the war instead of remaining in the inner kingdom to complete mundane tasks.

Additionally, Albin hadn’t been in power as the reigning king for more than a year. It wouldn’t have shocked him to learn that not every noble in the kingdom knew who his children were. Only those who cared enough to win the king’s favor would have bothered to memorize all their names. Penelope didn’t seem to care much for winning anyone’s favor, so of course she wouldn’t have gone out of her way to find out who they were.

“I think it’s a good thing,” he shrugged, habitually kicking a small rock off the side of the road. “Accident or not, now we have a mutual contact in the castle, so we’ll be able to see each other a bit more without raising any suspicion.” He turned back to the knight with a wry look. “Plus, you sort of got back at Olivia already, in a way. She may have kept Naida’s title a secret from you, but you’ve known who my father was for quite a bit longer. I think you’re even.”

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

I really like that idea cx
I'm actually really curious to see how John and Crow would get along if they were alone lol

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

As he walked with Penelope back to the front of the inn, Crow stretched his arms over his head and gave one last yawn for good measure. He was quite a bit more awake after wrestling with Penelope that morning, but he couldn’t quite shake off the last bit of his lingering weariness. Of all the nights to have restless dreams, why did it have to be the last night of a long trip? He thought exasperatedly, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eyes in an attempt to clear away the tiredness. Of course, it didn’t go away, so he let out his breath in a quiet sigh and relented to the fact that he would just have to accept its unwelcomed presence until they got back to the castle.

When they reached the innkeeper’s desk, Crow hung back again while Penelope handed over their key. Despite how tired he was, the other man’s distrusting actions didn’t slip past his gaze. He rolled his eyes as the innkeeper checked the countless pieces of jewelry that adorned his arms and neck, as if afraid that the thief had swiped something from a distance. His fretting was pointless. It didn’t matter how talented Crow was at stealing; taking something from a man out of arm’s reach simply wasn’t possible. Honestly, the innkeeper’s worry was more obnoxious to him than anything else, and it did nothing to improve the weary thief’s mood. So, when Penelope rejoined him, and they headed to the door, Crow glanced back over his shoulder to cast the other man a final, dirty look before stepping outside with her.

Once they were out of sight of the innkeeper, he relaxed a bit more, although not as much as he would have liked. Like their journey from the castle to the outer villages, the nobles they passed threw him estranged looks and muttered amongst themselves, as if they were wondering why he wasn’t hanged yet. He pointedly avoided their bemused gazes. They would find out soon enough why he had been allowed to wander freely throughout the kingdom. His father had made it sound like he wanted to get on with the titling ceremony as quickly as possible. Once that happened, he had no doubt that word of his change in status would spread like wildfire in the inner cities of Brerra. After all, what other thief in history had risen from poor to power like he was about to? It was bound to be shocking news.

Crow blinked as Penelope’s voice drew him from his thoughts. He looked down at her, finding some comfort in the way she let their hands brush as they walked. “I don’t know,” he answered her question honestly. “It’s a lot to take in… I’ve been one thing my whole life, and suddenly nothing is going to be the same. I don’t think anyone can feel ‘ready’ for that.” He looked up again, studying the top of the castle that was within his view.

“But that’s alright,” he shrugged, turning back to her with a smile. “My life has always been one change after the next. Just because this one is a bigger change doesn’t make it bad. I’m sure I’ll get used to it.”

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

He's probably going to have no idea how to handle Crow for a while xD