<span style="font-family:Vidaloka">Somewhere in the back of his mind, Wesley was almost positive he could remember someone he’d once known warning him about the dangers of trusting something that seemed too good to be true. In the moment, he couldn’t remember who would’ve warned him or what their exact warning had been, but there had to have been something. There just had to have been. Otherwise, why would he be standing there still thinking about possibly refusing the princess’s offer? He must’ve just been stupid. Well, that was the conclusion Wesley came to himself anyway. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“I’m sure even the workers in your kitchens would eventually run away from a ‘witch’s son’. The word would spread to them eventually and then you’d be stuck eating my food… which is awful, by the way.”</b></span> There was a subtle humor in his tone and he smiled at her as he said it. However, one thing was clear. Wesley wasn’t about to just believe that people would accept him just because it was the palace instead of the street. He had no parents. He had no heritage. All he had was vague memories of a woman who everyone else in town swore up and down had been a witch. Surely, that wasn’t a good thing. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“It’s not an unfavorable background that keeps me out of a job. It’s… other strange things.”</b></span> And he couldn’t stop them. He didn’t know how. <br/>
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Finally, though, he realized she would want a clearer answer. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“I think I’ll sleep in the dungeons for a night, Princess. I’ve heard they’re more comfortable than my corner in the ally. Rest well and I hope you dream of flying over your kingdom, watching it all.”</b></span> It sounded like a beautiful dream as he spoke of it. However, Wesley knew that if she could truly fly over the kingdom and see everything that happened there, she would see much that she probably wouldn’t like. <br/>
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The princess walked away and the guards started escorting Wesley away. It wasn’t until they were already moving that Wesley processed what the Princess’s last words had been. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue">‘The necklace…’</span></i> It really wouldn’t do him much good in a prison cell. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“Fuck!”</b></span> he cursed quite loudly and the guards pulled at his arms as though to remind him they held him. Without thinking much about what would actually happen as he did it, Wesley reached out with his mind, effectively leaving his body, and sought out the crow that usually didn’t wander too far from him. Unbeknownst to him, though, because he obviously couldn’t see his own body, Wesley’s body started shaking as his consciousness left it. It was something that always happened when Wesley moved to seek out the bird, but usually he wasn’t in custody or being watched when it happened. <br/>
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The guards were in utter confusion and tried to get his attention. That didn’t work. They lowered him to the ground carefully and called back to their princess. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:sandybrown"><b>“Alexandria!”</b></span> one of them called out. They figured she had seemed to care enough that she would want to know what was happening. Meanwhile, the other guard took off running to find the medic. This wasn’t something they normally saw, after all.</span>