Marshall pov
After punching the boy I felt bad once again and tried to help him up but the whole crowd suddenly ganged up on me, beating me to the ground for being a weakling along with the boy.
I lay on the ground and watched feet constantly pass by me out the bar door.
I waited for everyone to leave then went on to help the boy up, he stared deeply into my features, making me feel uncomfortable.
I told him not to get into trouble when I unexpectedly feel him wrap around me. He had tackled me to the ground, making me quickly react by pushing him off me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you kid?!"
He stared into my eyes with tears and sobs.
"I knew I would find you." He said between cries.
.....
"gumball!!!"
I knelt in front of him, quickly embracing him into the longest, warmest hug.
"My prince." I whispered into his ear.
Soon enough, we were both crying and the crying became to hysterical laughter.
I helped him up and we sat over the bar stools.
"I missed you my gum... Licorice I should say." I say as I rub his red hair.
He blushed, looking down.
"I had to disguise myself to be able to escape the castle." He said.
I smirked and leaned in, planting a soft kiss over his rosy cheeks.
"Well it suits you."
His cheeks went from pink to red and he couldn't help himself from smiling.
I grinned and grabbed his hand.
"Let's go home my prince."