he was just passing through, having another place in mind. a better place to steal from. he now crosses his arms, rolling his eyes once more. princes, follow the rules. he makes his own rules.
"i was just passing through, got lost on my way. don't care anyway. and who would >
analyzing the otherβs actions and facial expressions. his own jaw tightened for a moment at how rude the other male was acting. still having a weird feeling that he knew this person.
βwell for one, youβre trust passing on royal property. what are you even doing here? ++
rolling his eyes, a scowl on his face. he was not in the mood to argue with some prince. he despises princes and princesses βββ any royalty actually.
"whatever ya say , princey."
is minding his own business walking toward the charming castle, when someone ran into him. now seeing the person glare at him, along with knowing that face looked familiar.
βyouβre the one not paying attention.β
grayson β’ son of mother gothel
18 β’ december 24th <12/24 , 24/12> β’ changed version of @royaledbeast β’ villain kid β’ he's rotten to the core β’ sarcastic β’ kinda mean (aka a bitch) β’ lives in a tower β’ a very experienced theif β’ smokes cigs/gets high β’ british somehow