This was worse than being stuck at an inn with his least favorite class mate. At least the class mate had more than mortal peril going for him.

Fake Prince leaned closer, and Roderick, wide-eyed, pressed as far back as his physical confines would allow.

His hair was already a bit messy, but what he ultimately heard was ‘I will touch it’.

“A prince wouldn’t do that!” he said, suddenly,with a weird sort of absolution in it.