"please let me have what I want…"
"no."
"it’ll be fun. please… it’s my birthday wish!"
"axing… I can’t do that. it’s a no."
"…mommy? please. i’ll be good. please, pleaseee."
his voice was soft, almost trembling, and those puppy eyes paired with that tiny pout tugged
“You place this paper crown upon my head
Asking the twenty six year old king to make a wish
Blessings and prayers have nothing to do with me
I just want to keep you”