At Somersby-Too Far from Home
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makesthingsThe wind was blowing from the South and Sameth wished he could change it, but the Charter wasn't even there.
Today in class, Cochrane had been lecturing them on the merits of democracy and kept giving him pointed looks so that he had to try and speak up for monarchy.
It was horrible and he didn't do a good job of explaining things since so much of it depended on the Charter and explaining his family's hard history.
In the end, he didn't feel like much of a prince and going outside didn't help since nothing felt quite real enough.
So he ended up in his room staring down at a piece of paper and wishing for ideas, but all the things that he wanted to do needed the Charter.
Today in class, Cochrane had been lecturing them on the merits of democracy and kept giving him pointed looks so that he had to try and speak up for monarchy.
It was horrible and he didn't do a good job of explaining things since so much of it depended on the Charter and explaining his family's hard history.
In the end, he didn't feel like much of a prince and going outside didn't help since nothing felt quite real enough.
So he ended up in his room staring down at a piece of paper and wishing for ideas, but all the things that he wanted to do needed the Charter.
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Date: 2010-01-09 04:46 am (UTC)Nick claps him on the shoulder in turn, grinning.
"Come on. Let's get out of here."