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[former_king]

Even though Nathaniel had told him not to wander on his own, he thought differently. He had believed that it wouldn't be that dangerous. After all, he'd been a King of England. He had seen and done many glorious things. Things that others would think would be out of a fairytale. This magic land was no different than anything he was used to

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[ruleswithvelvet]

A small bottle stood on the floor besides him; a glass one, with a cork - almost out; a good sovereign to bring home, perhaps. Something to take out of this place...

[former_king]

His eyes widen and he leaned down, grabbing the bottle from the floor. He sighs, turning it over in his hands. There is no label or note.

"Odd," he murmured.

His head tilted to the side and he sighed. Pulling the cork out of the bottle, he sniffed at the liquid inside of it. His brow furrowed. It smelled good.

[ruleswithvelvet]

The scent wafted out - soft pink smoke rising from the internal liquid; inhaling would work; but it could sink in so much drinker if he just took a sip...

[former_king]

He groaned at the scent. Yes, it would be something nice to take home. The bottle was nice. He could drink what was inside and take the pretty bottle back home to Belle. What would it hurt.

Think of Alice. Don't drink something you don't know what it is, Richard!

His eyes closed. Tipping his head back, he drank.