<span style="font-family:Vidaloka">Although the princess was giving Wesley a lot to be grateful for, he was also still skeptical of how much power she could truly hold and of how much she would really be able to help him in the long run. The guards didn’t seem to want her to intervene and that had him nervous more so than anything else. However, when she instructed them to loosen their grip and they listened, it did manage to be slightly reassuring - <i>slightly</i>. <br/>
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Her offer was a lot. In fact, it was so much that it was really hard to swallow. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“I know you’re the princess and all that,”</b></span> he said to her, not rudely, but matter-of-factly, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“but sometimes even that isn’t enough to change the way people think, particularly in the corner of the city that I’m from. And there, even if you give me a job, it won’t stop the things they whisper about me. Any shop you put me in would probably go out of business before I got my first paycheck.”</b></span> He spoke of the whispers of him having no parents, of the whispers of the mysteries of where he came from entirely and of the whispers of him not even being human. He knew nothing about his own background so he couldn’t even disprove them if he tried. <br/>
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Neither, he knew, would the princess be able to solve such a problem. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“Given all that, a promise not to steal is like a promise not to eat.”</b></span> And Wes wasn’t about to kill himself. He wasn’t quite that far gone despite how difficult life could be for him at times.</span>