We walked for several hours without stopping. Keeping quiet most of the time, chatting of something random, never the conversation lasting long. I observed the surroundings intently, the trees were tall, creaking softly as the wind blew rocking then. Overall, there wasn't much but trees, the ground was dirt and several rocks covered in moss were visible. Branches and twigs snapped under our steps every now and then. The path wasn't clear, we were forced to step over scattered logs and hold back branches to prevent them from hitting one another. It was September, the air was cool with a warm breeze embracing you in its winds. Our steps were quick and enthusiastic, taking us through barricades of trees and patches of bushes. I'd completely lost sight of the flowers, the colour palette around us had shrunk, though there still were many shades of green displayed in our surroundings. 

 In fact, I wasn't lying when I said I had never been in this part of the woods. I was ordered to stay on the path while visiting grandma, not wandering off and I always obeyed until today and look what that brought me to. So we walked, in a similar manner for a couple hours, which I must admit felt like forever. That's when I got horribly, terribly thirsty. I felt drained, my mouth got dry, I was probably dehydrated. I caught up to Brock, who was several feet away from me and huffing, I complained,

"Dude. I'm thirsty, like really thirsty."

Brock stopped and looked at me up and down before replying,

"Alright, we could head towards the stream."

"I don't want to drink from a stream," I whined.

"Well then, you can wait until you get home,  which won't be in less than a few days."

"Seriously? I'll die by then!"

To this, Brock just shrugged.

I gave up, "Fine, but if I die from some strange bacteria, it's your fault."

Brock turned and started walking, me following his actions and beginning to move alongside him.

"You know, the only thing worse than spending the next days with you, is you dying on me, that means I'll have to find someone else to pick the rose for me and that'll be hard," he remarked.

"Nice to know you care about me," I replied sarcastically.

"Though it would be a relief, you are one annoying son of a bitch," he added thoughtfully.

"Thanks, love you too," I rolled my eyes.

Our change of direction was leading us to a nearby stream, which ran all the way through the forest. We continued walking as we moved on, we came to a more flat part of the land, the tree population was thining, grass was starting to appear below our feet.

In a bit, we reached a roaring stream, it was wide but shallow, we were at an area where many large rocks were peeking out of the water, the water hitting rocks on its way downstream, splashing and creating almost deafening noise. Opposite to us, across the stream, a cliff rose above our heads, covered in grass and trees growing on an angle. I looked around, to the right, in the distance were trees but the ground was plain where we stood, grass and moss forming a carpet below our feet. To the left, Brock (ew) but past him was flat land like that we were standing on, as far as I could see along the stream with no trees in view.

I sighed, "Well, you expect me to drink this?" I questioned, pointing to the surprisingly clear water with a disgusted expression.

"I don't care about you, but I am thirsty," Brock replied shrugging.

With that, he walked up to the awfully clear water and, cupping his hands, scooped up some water and took a sip. I just stood there, watching him with the piercing dryness in my mouth not willing to go away. Finally, internally giving up the struggle to prove something and accepting that this all I have, I walked up and kneeled down before the stream. The water was cold and nice, I instantly forgot that it was coming from a stream and drank all that I possibly could. Satisfied at last, I turned to Brock, wiping the droplets of water off my mouth with my sleeve. 

Brock was smirking, "Bacteria huh?"

"Oh shut up I was thirsty," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah," he was now grinning widely at me.

Ignoring him and standing up, I suggested, "Why don't we take a break?"

Brock stood up and walked over to a nearby rock, taking a seat before replying, "Sure."

I smiled, relieved that I can finally stop walking for a bit. I sat on a rock close to the one occupied by Brock. I turned to him and said,

"So, tell me about yourself."

Brock looked up at me and responded, "Don't you already know enough about me?"

"No! I want to know more!"

"Why do you want to know so much about me?" he questioned.

"I just do," I answered, uncertain myself.

"We don't even need to know anything about each other, we're just picking a rose and you probably will never see me again after that," Brock stated, shrugging.

"Well, the prince charming (me) has to know who he's saving," I said, smirking.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You are no prince charming because I'm the prince here!"

"But I'm more charming than you!"

"No, you're not! I am totally more charming, when people knew who I was, people were all over me," he contradicted.

"Not everyone loves you! A lot of people hate your guts," I declared.

"You don't," he defended.

"How do you know that?"

"Because you're doing this," he said, giving me a weird look.

"You're so annoying," I joked, "and I don't like you."

Brock stayed silent but, still looking at me in a weird manner, raised his eyebrows. Why is he so sure that I don't want to kill him right now? I don't because I'm nice but, if I got the choice to walk away right now, I would. I think, or maybe not because I want to see more of these woods, but Brock has nothing to do with it. Oh my god! He's doing this on purpose! He's fucking with my head!

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I rolled my eyes and continued what I started with, "So what do you do as a prince?"

"Um, not much to be honest, I basically just sit in the castle all day when I'm not attending a meeting or going to a ball or something. I hate being the center of attention, though it's something I have to get used to," he replied shrugging.

"You must get a lot of attention."

"Unfortunately, yes. You have no idea how many teenage girls and boys," he nodded in my direction for some reason, "go crazy over me. I hate it but it has to happen, it's part of the popularity." 

"So you're saying you don't like being a prince?" I questioned, surprised.

"Not exactly, I mean the luxury is cool, I like the castle and my ancestry means a lot to me. But, the fact that people work for me, I don't like the concept of servants, like I can't get dressed on my own! Why do other people have to do it? And my dad, constantly rambling on about me becoming king. I just don't know how I'll manage an entire kingdom, I don't know if I'll make people happy."

"Seems like a lot," I said, taking everything in, " I guess we never really hear the true opinion of the royal family, I always thought you were all selfish and loved being worked for."

"Some are," he agreed, "but not all, and you guys don't really see the way we live. I mean, we don't see how you live either. Some royal families look down on you, villagers, but I find it much more calm and relaxing, I would love to live like you."

"Not really," I replied, shrugging.

"Well then, tell me about it," Brock insisted, excitedly.

"Alright. I live in a small house with my mom and dad. The house has three bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, a small dining room and a basement. My dad works as a baker, at the local bakery and my mom sews clothes and sells them, she works from home. I go to high school."

"Ooh high school," Brock said, deeply interested in the concept of the place I go to mourn my existence.

"It's not that cool, actually it's pretty terrible," I said glumly.

"I bet it's awesome!" he exclaimed happily, "Tell me more!"

So I started talking about everything that happens in that hellhole on a regular basis, and many other things, simple things that we, villagers, have and royal families are too cool for. Brock was thrilled, he asked questions, made strange, never heard before, noises and listened so attentively to what I told him. He seemed really fascinated and almost as if he had always dreamed to live a normal life. But, did that mean he didn't want to become king and rule over people like a selfish person? I was surprised, maybe I hadn't really ever thought about it before, what made us different from the royal above us? 

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