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*Chuckles* That remote?

Apparently. No one I've spoken to has even heard of it.

Is it near something bigger? I mean I don't even know what continent it's in.

We're an island, so we don't have many neighbors. Nearest is Ytaili, I think.

Unfortunately, I don't know where that is either.

Not at all surprised.

So what do you do?

Do?

A job?

Oh, that. *Waves a hand* I don't.

Yeah, I'm more focused on school right now myself.

Schooling. *Shakes his head* Never could stand it, myself. Bane of my tutors.

You had tutors instead of regular school? Is that normal where you are from?

Well, of course. For those of noble blood.

You come from noble blood? Are you someone important?

Not if it's going to make you think less of me. *Charming grin*

Why would it make me think less of you?

It does, sometimes. *Wry smile* Allow me to present His Royal Highness, Prince Darvish Shayrif Hakem, third son of his Most Exalted Majesty the King of Cisali. *Bows with a flourish*

*Sort of chokes then her jaw drops. It's only when she realizes she's gaping at the man, that she closes her mouth and struggles to find the right words.* I... wh... Prince? Are you serious?

Sadly so.

His response was odd and confusion flashed across her face. "Sadly? You don't want to be a prince?"

He smiled ruefully. "Not particularly, no."

"Why not?" She asked without thinking. Almost immediately she realized how nosy the question was and she had to glance away quickly. "I'm sorry. It's none of my business."

"Well, perhaps it's more accurate to say that I'd rather not be my father's son." His lips curved in a grim smile.

Isabel's eyes softened. "You and your dad don't get along?"