Martin, the seven-year-old son of madame Belinda, was literally shaking as people could see his body jerking as he walked towards his cousin. He could only think of one thing in his mind. He was doomed. All he wanted was that shiny brooch the orphan was wearing.
“Cousin” he shivered as he flinched from the indifferent look given by the crown prince.
“I called you here standing as the crown prince, Martin”, the crown prince replied back, not caring that he was just a child at all. Martin might be a seven-year-old, but Ray was more than aware of just what kind of deeds he had done. He hated such people from his gut. A seven-year-old wouldn’t do what Martin had done. The whole family was able to escape everytime because of their relationship with the royal family. However, this was a nice
