"Alright, Mummy." He said quietly. If it was okay, then it was a very important job he was being given, he'd have to make sure he did a good job for Papa. As he slid down from the mattress, Marlowe's wide brown eyes looked up at her and he smiled weakly to take her hand. He didn't like to see Mummy Verty so upset, even if she said it wasn't him, that he could stay with Papa Monty, he wished he could make everything better.
Tugging lightly on her hand, Marlowe looked up at her, blinking once, sucking on his lip, before he went to talk. "Mummy-" his voice was much stronger then he thought it would come out, he felt very little, even though he was, in fact, seven. "I think we need to find a prince."