“Not until the Prince gets Fran there. He wants to keep it a surprise.” He tugged the other closer as they entered a wooded area, a subtle breeze blowing every now and again, “The Prince was out one day when Franny was sleeping, and he found this place! It’s pretty.”
Fran blinked, gaze shifting left and right as he noticed that gentle breeze that brushed past his cheeks every now and then. Teal eyes glanced back up at the blonde who eagerly led the way, a confused expression on the illusionist’s face as he was dragged along.
(Source: lllussionist)
