so umm I guess my dad the king put you as a servant huh. what’s your name
I don’t answer but just place his tray on the table in front of him
He crosses his arms and looks up at him, watching him like a hawk
Come on, tell me your name, don’t be rude
I keep my head down “my name is Jensen, sir.”
he studies you for a moment before speaking again
don’t call me sir… makes me feel old
what were you before you became a slave?
I give you a small nod “my name is Jensen” i state quietly
“well it’s a pleasure to meet you..” I say in a sarcastic tone
as I look you up and down, I can’t help but notice how attractive you are
I look at you My name is Jensen.. Why did they bring me here? What's going on?
he leans back against the wall looking up at Jensen
you’re a bit of a dumbass aren’t you?
he chuckles slightly before answering
you pissed off the king apparently
I am male My name is Jensen
he looks up at you as you enter the small cell he is in
that’s a nice name
he takes the food and water from you
can I ask you a question?
I look down I'm sorry it's uhm...Jensen my lord.
“Jensen?”
he looks at the boy up and down
“you seem like you’re a bit young to be a servant. how old are you?”
I look down no one…just bring me food and water
he looks at you in confusion
no one? how can u not have a name?
I look down “I am sorry prince Lokey I am Jensen.”
he chuckled and smirked
don’t be sorry. you seem like a nice guy. I’m surprised they made you a servant
I look down yes sir my name is jensen
he smirks jensen hm? what a pretty name. can’t believe my father would make me share a meal with a pretty thing like you
I roll my eyes don't act like we're friends Lokey, bring me my food so I can eat before they come looking for me
he scoffs at your comment as he sets the tray of food down on the table
“well if you want me to just leave go ahead but I thought you’d appreciate not having to crawl through the halls like a rat”
I look at you it doesn’t matter…what is yours?
Prince Lokey, but you can just call me Lokey