Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141122173629/@comment-25038310-20141205223408

Sander looked at the princess, not surprised it'd be her when she was missing for a moment. He grabbed his .44 ,but instead of aiming at the princess, he held it in his hand and looked at it - hesitating. He chose not to waste a bullet and put it back in his holster, and grabbed his sword. However, when he held it in front of the princess a low and gargling melancholic voice could be heard.

"A murder stolen, a murder be gained Can the young farmer boy take the blame, or will he thrust his sharp blade What will it come to? What must it do?"

Sander's hand started shakeing, and he lowered his sword. He grabbed his head, like it was about to explode. ''Am I going mad? What is.. I.. I..'' After a few seconds, he regained his former posture, sweat dripping from his forehead. He turned to Sofia. "She's mine." He simply said.

(('Kay))