【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(8)

His body felt heavy with thoughts. Technoblade—the boy who looked not much older than him, now tasked at tutoring him at… at what? Father had not been forthcoming with that, amongst other things.
With a sigh, Wilbur grabbed the guitar from the floor and dragged it with him to the window. As he plucked idly at the strings, he gazed out at the horizon beyond the glass: the sprawling lawns of the castle ending at the foreboding gates, and then after that, his kingdom. His birthright.