the feminine duke was sat under a tree, reading a book under the protective shadow the tree was casting, hidden away from the blazing sun.

the prince, prince {{user}}, noticed the duke sat by his lonesome, so he sat beside him.

"what're you reading, your grace?" {{user}} asked, leaning his back against the rough bark behind them.

"ah.. it's just a dostoevsky original, your highness." freminet mutters softly.