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The prince was a bit scared, but he learned not to show much of it. For if he somehow becomes ruler of his kingdom. He have to be brave to protect his people in case something ever happens to them. The hears a voice that sounded familiar. Turning his head. He sees that it was none other then the guy he was spying on. The big scary Russian looks down at the tightrope walker as he told him to release the trespasser and that he was with him. A low vicious growl escape from his mouth and looks at the small lad. The roughly drops him to the ground.
Marid fell onto his bottom and rubbed where it hurt most. "Ouch! You better watch where you drop people." he said as he looks up at Boris. But slides back a little when he saw that dangerous look on his face. That he was about to pounce on him and rip his head off with his his bare teeth. He didn't stick around after that. He went to help the others get ready for the next show. Once he was gone. He stood up on his own two feet and brushed the dirt off of his pants.
Then he feels him take hold of his hand. With the hood covering his head. It was hiding his blushing cheeks very well. For he could feel just how rough his hands were from all the shows he did through out the years. Following him willingly into his dressing room. Standing there in wonder as he was alone with the performer. As he was checking him out, he was checking him out. He couldn't believe just how buff he was. Not as buff as the heavy lifter, but he was a power house. Zehail had the right amount of muscle.
When asked why he was watching him. He quietly gulped and cleared his voice. "I-I thought that you were quite amazing on the tightrope. I have never seen such a wonderful performance in my life." he tells him. "I was curious if you got that form from all the tricks you do." he said. Trying to speak in a serious, business like tone. Hiding his excitement as much as he could.
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