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It was a perfect ‘princess carry’. Straight out of a romantic movie. I watched him as he gallantly held the princess of Venezuela in his tiny – yet strong – arms, his slender figure contrasting with the size of the mammals who were surrounding the cave where she had been held captive in the last 48 hours.

It was perfect… and absolutely disgusting.

“The princess is safe.” One of Diana’s personal guards, an elephant, waved his trunk to them. “This way, Mr. Savage.”

Jack nodded and got the princess down – ‘It was about time, Jesus Christ’ – with a soft smile. “Are you okay, Princess Diana?” he asked.

“I’m fine, thank you.” The princess took one of his paws and held it for unknown reasons. “You were so brave…” she said. “So fearless! Intrepid! Undaunted…”

“Savage” I began, approaching them, “Did you secure the area?”

“Yes” he confirmed. “Nobody is going to come outside the cave. Not alive, at least.”

I clicked my tongue with a grin. “Tsk. You really are Savage, aren’t you?”

“Hey, stop calling him savage!” she grunted. “It’s such a harsh, graceless word, Ms. Hiker.”

“It’s Walker, and I wasn’t naming an adjective. I was just addressing my… associate.”

“… Associate.” Jack looked at me with canny eyes. “I keep downgrading, it seems.”

I rolled my eyes. “Aren’t we associates?”

“And what will we be tomorrow? Acquaintances?”

“Don’t fight!” the princess suddenly bawled, coming between us. “I just got rescued, we need to celebrate!”

“Actually, we need to come back to the headquarter.” I put a pawn on Jack’s shoulder – who glared at me, unhappy – and gave the skunk a wry smile. “I hope you won’t be kidnapped again, princess Diana.”

“Walker, you’re atomizing my shoulder.”

“Bear with it.”

“No, really” he grumbled, “it hurts.”

“Aw, fine then.” I let his delicate shoulder go with a sarcastic smirk. “… Poor thing.”

“Hey.”

“But…” Diana mumbled, “you should relax a bit, before returning to the headquarter. How about I give a party, tonight?” She suggested. “Would you like to come? I mean, you worked so hard… you deserve a little entertainment.”

“You’re too generous, princess” Jack replied, “but…”

“Oh, please!” She clung to his arm and begged: “Stay, Mr. Savage!”

“Hum…” Jack scratched his cheek, a bit flushed. Then, he turned to me and asked: “Walker, what do you think?”

‘… I think Princess Diana needs to mind her damn princely business.’ “We have no time for parties, Savage.”

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