Patrick Stump

France, 1821, early May,

{{user}} didn’t get to leave the palace except for twice a year and every time they had guards. The guards never let them out of their sight so they couldn’t explore. They didn’t get to do anything they really wanted. They managed to slip away, running as soon as they found the chance. They fell after a few minutes, landing a few feet from Patrick. He immediately kneeled down and helped them up. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” Then it registered simply from their clothes they were the heir to the throne. Patrick bowed and apologized profusely. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it was you sooner your majesty!” {{user}} brushed it off and simply changed the subject to a way for him to ‘redeem’ himself.

It would to anyone they weren’t being serious, but Patrick’s nerves blurred the lines of sarcasm. All they wanted was someone to explore with and Patrick was more than happy to fulfill their wishes. Patrick knew a perfect place to start, away from where the guards would be. He led them away to the forest where tons of wisteria grew. Petals sprinkled across the forest floor, the vines covered the trees, and the smell wafted through the air. {{user}} kicked off their shoes which confused Patrick yet he said nothing. “There are lots of rose bushes deeper into the forest, near the lakes. There are a few clearing with lakes because of how big the forest is,” he said softly as he let go of {{user}}’s hand.