There’d been contact, knuckles to bone, and the sheriff rubbed his chest for a second with the most dispassionate, stone face Jack had ever seen. Th...s wasn’t nearly as much fun as Jack had been hoping.Don’t you dare hurt him.Shut up kid. I’m having fun. You lock me up for weeks and expect me to just sit around when I finally get out?If you hurt him, the Prince will—Do what? She can’t hurt me, without hurting you. So shut the fuck up and let me have some fun. If he dies, he dies.The Ripper. I was lead to the room I was suppose to use to rest and sleep. As we were walking to those huge hallways to bedrooms. We met his sister, Amy. I remember Adam mentioning her couple of times and saying how beautiful and smart his sister was. She has just turned eighteen. A beautiful lady. She hugged her brother and I heard them saying how much the two missed each other. She walked up to me and welcomed me to their home. I was nervous when she took my hand to shake. I could feel her beautiful and. I guess that’s how I got that stupid fucking nickname. Sometimes they would want to fuck, but two drunks humping each other never really did anything for me. They always got off, but I never did. If I came back in after doing that one, I would have a drink and then it would be the next guy’s turn. It would go like that until I didn’t feel like walking back in or was too drunk to do so. Then it would be some other girl’s problem.”She stopped to catch her breath and I assume to try and get those. And it was not just all for show; truly, they were inseparable. During the civil war, when soldiers stormed the castle and murdered his entire family, Damien had managed to barely flee into the woods. And it was there, at the boy’s lowest and most desperate hour did Ava find him. With his royal garbs torn and shredded, there was no way that the little girl could have possibly recognized the young prince then, but the distressed look on the boy’s face was reason enough for the empathetic peasant.