"Prince George, is there a problem?" His guard had to pause and ask - realizing how worriedly Prince George searched his pockets.

Where could his ring be - he thought silently. There was no way he could've been so careless with it. Even as fearless as he was, he still had things that worried him to the teeth.

"Where the fúck is it?" He grunted and moved from his spot, scouring his eyes through the floor. But suddenly, he stopped pacing as it dawned on him. The last place he had been with the ring was at the river. And that was the same place he had met the strange...