Chapter 8: Chapter Eight *What the hell was that?*

Losing someone is the second worst feeling in the world after losing your own self...

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“Come on lewis, pick one"

Liam said smiling, looking at both Andria and Mary!

“I am getting my face smutted”

Lewis said

“My turn,” Andria said, looking at Mary

“Be nice, Andi,” Mary said

“Wait, what will you give her?”

Lewis interpreted.

“Whatever she pleases”

Andria said smiling

“Well, In this case, when I was, you know, a princess in my kingdom... I used to have a harp... And I love playing it, so if you can get me one”

Mary said shyly.

“Of course we will don't even think about it” Liam replied

“Liam, it will be hard to do anything in this village” Andria disagreed

“I said we will get her the harp, so shut your kisser and count the game,” Liam said

“Fine, I promise you, Mary, I will do my best to get you one. Now my question is, do you still want to be a princess”

Andria asked