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8. Framed by Uncle Silas.

Zayn was awakened that morning by the voice of August. His guard sounded outside his chamber. He dragged his feet lazily from the bed to the metal door which he opened.

"My Prince," he bowed gently and the prince beckoned at him to come in.

"Why are you here?" Zayn inquired as he grabbed a bottle of wine and poured the content into a cup.

He didn't know when he slept off after Mia left last night but he was sure August must have come around to see him sleeping. There was no way he haven't heard the trending rumours yet, maybe he should stop referring to it as rumour since it was true, 100%.

"I'm your guard, My Prince"

"I guess I forget that every day of my life" He gulped in the wine and let down an empty cup. It was true though, the two had grown fond of each other that he(Zayn) sometimes forget that August was a guard sworn to protect the prince with his life. The prince would sometimes joke that he was the one protecting August instead and they would over it. He was much like a br
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