Trent hated travelling and would've laughed at the boy's suggestion. But then, he had once been the same. Perhaps he had never had this sort of stuff, but he'd had other stuff; prestegious parents, family, a pack he could have made a name in... Trent had just decided that the stuff he'd had wasn't important enough. He, too, had longed to travel beyond what stuff he had, and it had cost him everything. Now he was here, stuff-less in every way.
"Uh, thanks." He really did appreciate that the boy wouldn't tell his father, since an enraged king was the last thing that Trent needed right now. "So, you're the uh, king's son, huh?" Awkwardly, Trent scratched the back of his ear, trying desperately to make conversation but knowing he wasn't doing a very good job at it so far. "Do you like living here?"
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