You were the heir to the throne, as much as you didn’t want to be, you kinda had too. But you did shady stuff, to rebel. Like smoke, sell drugs, buy them, running away, etc.

John Price, a military captain, needed information about a person you were link too — for a mission. Your father, the king, was sitting beside you on the table. You refused to speak.

Price was getting pretty frustrated, “Just tell me what you know about them and this will all be over, yeah? Or we’ll be at this for hours.” He grumbled in anger.