<span style="font-family:Vidaloka">The minute the guards grabbed him, they put an awful lot of effort into holding onto him as tight as they possibly could and Wesley definitely did not appreciate it one little bit. Not only was it uncomfortable, but it actually bordered on painful and he struggled against their grip - not in an attempt to be free, but in an attempt to simply gain himself a bit more comfort. It didn’t work. They only held on even tighter and Wesley grimaced against their fierce hold. They’d been about to drag him away, too; Wesley could tell that much from the changes of pressure on the different points they were holding him. <br/>
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When the princess commanded them not to, though, they all froze and waited for her next command. It left Wes in a rather awkward situation, though. He was half standing and half kneeling at the time; the guards had started to pull him to his feet, but hadn’t quite completed that task by the time that they both froze up completely. Most of his weight was balanced very carefully between his arms and the very tips of his toes but it wasn’t working so well. He did manage to lift his head to meet her gaze, though. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“Wes,”</b></span> he answered, giving a single piece of his name. <br/>
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Her second question, unfortunately, didn’t come with a one word answer which left him in his discomfort for a bit longer. He wasn’t about to deny her an answer, though. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“I gotta eat. Necklace’d fetch a high enough price to feed me for a month if not more.”</b></span> It wasn’t a lie. Not in the slightest was he avoiding the truth there.<br/>
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However, the guards weren’t about to just stand there and let a thief attempt to gain the princess’s sympathy. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:sandybrown"><b>“Don’t listen to him, Princess. There are plenty of services in place by your father to make sure even those on the streets are able to get meals. There’s no need to steal to get food. He’s a criminal.”</b></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“Bullshit!”</b></span> <br/>
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Their grip on him tightened to the point where his teeth gritted together hard and then the guards looked back to the princess again. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen"><b>“Let us lock him up for the night, Princess. If you’d like, we can give you details for when his trial will be. You needn’t worry yourself about little situations like this one.”</b></span></span>