Oh my god, the prince totally remembers him. And he seems excited to see him! Davin's stomach is already full of butterflies and then James comes forward to put his arms around him so boldly, and Davin feels his cheeks flush hotly. He swallows hard and he's about to reach up to touch James' back when the prince pulls away and Davin stumbles a little.
"Huh? Well, I mean, I don't think someone stickin' ya in a tower is very funny," Davin says thoughtfully, cheeks still flushed pink. "I came from the marketplace. I was just out here explorin' an' I came across your tower."
It's then that he realizes that Prince James, of the magic-hating Thorntons, didn't seem surprised that Davin used magic to get up here, or maybe he just doesn't care. Davin blinks at the realization and then shakes it off, looking back at James again. "But yeah, let's get ya out o' here before whoever took ya comes back. C'mon."
Davin gets the urge to reach for James' hand, but that wouldn't be proper, would it? Instead he just gestures for him to follow and heads for the door. "God, they must be goin' nuts at the palace. There's probably guards everywhere."
He heads down the stone staircase, fingers trailing along the walls for balance, and then bursts out into the sunshine and turns to face James with a happy smile. Davin isn't the type to expect a reward for doing good deeds, but maybe if he returns the prince to the palace, he'll get a warm meal. Real food. His empty stomach growls loudly at the thought. "C'mon, Prince. I'll get ya home."
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"Huh? Well, I mean, I don't think someone stickin' ya in a tower is very funny," Davin says thoughtfully, cheeks still flushed pink. "I came from the marketplace. I was just out here explorin' an' I came across your tower."
It's then that he realizes that Prince James, of the magic-hating Thorntons, didn't seem surprised that Davin used magic to get up here, or maybe he just doesn't care. Davin blinks at the realization and then shakes it off, looking back at James again. "But yeah, let's get ya out o' here before whoever took ya comes back. C'mon."
Davin gets the urge to reach for James' hand, but that wouldn't be proper, would it? Instead he just gestures for him to follow and heads for the door. "God, they must be goin' nuts at the palace. There's probably guards everywhere."
He heads down the stone staircase, fingers trailing along the walls for balance, and then bursts out into the sunshine and turns to face James with a happy smile. Davin isn't the type to expect a reward for doing good deeds, but maybe if he returns the prince to the palace, he'll get a warm meal. Real food. His empty stomach growls loudly at the thought. "C'mon, Prince. I'll get ya home."