( if he's going to play her game, then he'll be the dullest conversation partner since her days where all she had for company was greenwood moss. )

sawyer hastings. 25. jojamart cashier and lover of being weird and off-putting. pansexual.

for #mvrp #sdvrp

strokes back beneath his helmet. starved as he is of gentleness, the prince knows not the effect he has. "i am sworn to protect you, even from the likes of myself."

he asks, business-like. it's a wonder that she's so composed. if will was her ( and knowing how notorious the king's brats are, he thanks god he isn't ) he would be much more concerned about what this means for her employment here.

soldier who trotted up to his side to take his place, he faces the stranger—— though not so strange to him now that he recalls talk amongst the barracks of a governess brought to tutor the king and queen's brood.

  "from what direction did you come?"

/ omg can our posters be friends