"People who are sensible about love are incapable of it." ~ Douglass Yates.
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Prince Alexius Nikoloudis II was visiting the village, something felt different. The independent city of Acamas was beautiful and gifted with greener grass, a number of trees, beautiful hills and flowing rivers. He had always loved doing this with his father when he was a boy... he waned to see how other people lived-
his people.
"Stop the carriage !" He said abruptly.
"My King." The royal servant aforesaid. The Prince was shocked why were they addressing him as King and not Prince. He wasn't a King yet as far as he was concerned.
"Daddy !"
He whipped his head to face the direction where the little voice was coming from. A little brown haired girl was sitted on Princess Amelia's lap. He was beyond confused
