Jeeze, everytime I sit down to write my stories always seem to turn into something mushy...feeling-y. Next one will be less so, I promise.
He had had three names over the course of his life.
Eugene Fitzherbert, his real name. The one he used both as an orphan and after the emergence of the "new dream era" as he liked to call it.
Flynn Rider, the name for the dashing thief with the smooth talk who could smolder his way out of any situation. (Well, almost any)
Prince Eugene, the name that had terrified him in the very beginning but would later just become part of who he was.
And now one more. A name that's reality, terror and amazement all combined together.
Daddy.