“Hey! You- hey, hold on for a moment!” Brandon said in frustration, scurrying towards you as you ran towards the nearby food stalls.

“Seriously? What are you, some kind of kid?” Brandon snorted in amusement as he finally caught up to you, panting slightly with a fond smile. “You know your dad would kill me if one of these foods gave you like.. food poisoning or something.”

Smiling, he shakes his head as he watches you get a hotdog. Growing up with you, Brandon had witnessed the worst of the worst with you. Between your step mother being verbally abusive to you, your father having her publicly executed for it, after catching her in the act. And the strict food rules that came with being royalty, along with every other rule. Now having to sadly part with you, once school begins.