what now

Angel wasn’t certain what to think when he was suddenly homeless. Of course he remained close to his family but that didn’t reveal the future to him. Uncertainty was the new norm and the usually confident boy wasn’t handling it very well. Still, he put on a brave face. Fake it til you make it right? He would never allow anyone to see how nervous he was to not be a prince anymore.

Still, the gilded boy would always have his royal heritage. You could take the boy out of his kingdom but never the kingdom out of the boy. So, he stood firm and supported sweet Octavia as best he could. He’d reassure her and anyone else close enough to listen, that everything was going to turn out. Angel had no other choice but to believe it himself.

He wandered out of the wisteria laden den, his silver eyes attuned to the darkness of the midnight forest, and he silently contemplated what lie ahead.


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