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she is a queen. her soul is royalty. // indie frey rper

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Christmas at the Castle || Drabble

The snow had finally begun to fall in a gentle, almost delicate looking manner, over the quaint castle town of Selphia. The falling snow crystals glittered against the setting evening sun, which basked the town in a beautiful tangerine sunset. It was so different than that of days prior, where there has been just such an onslaught of snow, hail, and flurries that Selphia had been coated  in blankets upon blankets of snow. Everyone in the town was trapped within their homes while they waited for the storm to pass, but luckily the weather turned for the better just in time for the upcoming holiday.

The royal castle was holding that of an elegant party in celebration, it was an exciting time for the whole town to come together and share in the joy and spirit of Christmas. Well Christmas Eve to be exact, most of the town during the day of Christmas spent a more calm and harmonious day spent around friends and family. But Christmas Eve was a different tale entirely. The rest of the town would be dark, while the castle would be lit with lights and laughter all evening until the first early morning cracks of dawn. This Kingdom’s Queen however, didn’t seem to share in the excitement. Frey wore a melancholy look upon her features despite all of the excitement that is to come. She stood outside on her bedroom balcony, her doe like green eyes fixated on that of the falling snow. Her hair was down, still needing to be done, and she was wrapped up in her evening robe. She knew she had to gather the motivation to get ready, since she herself for one of the key hosts. Though, she just couldn’t bring herself to do so.

The girl’s gaze fell on horizon far away, lost deep in the fog of her own thoughts. That was until a familiar, melodic like voice called out to her from the castle’s entrance below her.

“Hellooo ~ ♪ Well hi there your highness!” Frey blinked, looking lost for a moment on just wear the voice was calling her from. She even looked behind her, had someone come into her room when she hadn’t realized it? Though when she looked down from her balcony, she spotted her dear elvish friend looking up at her.

“Meg!” Frey called in both an excited tone of voice, but that tone also coming to the realization at how behind she was at getting ready. Her friend was dressed to the absolute nines, her blonde golden locks done up perfectly and contrasted nicely with her deep sage green dress. It was long and hung off of her in an elegant manner, the fabric made of a warm velvet that matched the tone of the chilly evening that surrounded them. Despite the cold, the sweet smile the elf supplied her friend was warmer than the setting sun.

“What are you doin’ up there? Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” The girl called up from below. “I only promised to help you with your hair.” She teased in her usual kind manner, waving it off a second later before walking further up the stairs to the entrance of the castle. “I’ll be up in a second, don’t go anywhere since now we’re already short on time for getting you ready!”

Frey could only nod, before returning to her room and holding her hand in a distraught manner against her forehead. What was she doing? She should be ready by now, helping Camellia and Louis get ready, she shouldn’t be here sulking like a child. She breathed a silent thankful prayer for her wonderful support team and hoped Volkanon wasn’t having too much trouble with the kids. A 5 and a 3 year old definitely aren’t the easiest to wrangle, especially into nice clothing.

Frey must have been lost in her thoughts longer than she had thought, because suddenly, “Ooh, everything looks so spectacular downstairs! Clorica and Vishnal really out did themselves this year! I mean last year was great too, but wow the size of that tree in the ballroom this year is absolutely amazing!” The elvish girl chimed as she entered the bedroom, coming forward to hug her friend in greeting. “Hi you,” She cooed sweetly, squeezing her tighter in the hug. Frey returned the hug tenfold, feeling comfort in seeing her friend that she hadn’t seen in so long. With her being moved to another town once she had gotten married, every occasion they had to see each other became a blessing. She found herself cursing herself constantly for how her past self simply took advantage on how close in proximity their homes had been before hand.

An herb like scent tickled the inside of the queen’s nose, though the gentle hints of nature soon came as a method to calm her. “You smell great,” Frey breathed with a soon cocked eyebrow, pulling back from the hug to question her.

Meg only laughed in response, raising her hand to prominently show up the herbs that decorated her hair. “It’s rosemary! Kevin started up an herb garden for me, doesn’t it look nice? And it smells even better!” Her hand then fell to pat the purse that was over her shoulder. “I brought some for your hair too, I thought it would be cute if we matched!” Though, with the tone of her friend’s seeming off, Meg’s own brow rose in suspicion. “What’s going on with you? Staring off like a love lorn Juliet into the sunset usually isn’t your style, are you okay? Especially since you’re up here and not down there helping everyone get ready.”

As usual, Meg was able to point out just when she was off from her usual self. Frey was never one to allow everyone to do things for her, whether as princess or with her recently acquired title of Queen. It just wasn’t her, and she knew if she was up to her usual spirits she would be down there right now, up on a latter helping putting up the final decorations or in the kitchen with Porcoline ensuring everything was going smoothly. Or helping her children get ready. The blade of guilt continued to plunge even deeper into her chest. 

“I—” The queen started, her hands idly grasped as she fiddled with her fingers in nervousness. “I got a letter earlier today from Will.” She finally spoke as she released a bit of a laugh along with the statement, as if to dispell any worries her friend seemed to have over her. Though it didn’t work well, since Frey soon merely sighed and spoke the thoughts that had been troubling her for the past several hours. “He went to go visit his family for a few days before Christmas, but his ship got caught up in the storm on his way home and he had to dock at a nearby town. He said he won’t be home tonight.” 

Frey wrapped her arms around herself, sadly rolling her eyes in a way to try and convey she understood that her worries were silly. “I was more than happy just to hear that he was safe, despite the storm, but I dunno Meg. I’ve never run one of these parties without him, I guess he just sorta keeps me calm. Plus it’s Christmas, and he’s already been gone for 2 weeks, I guess I’m just kinda sad to be without him tonight ya’know?” Her fingers rose to brush her long locks of hair behind her ears. “Plus Camellia has been talking about him coming back for the party ever since he left, I just really don’t know what I’m going to tell her.”

Meg nodded solemnly in understanding, pulling her friend into yet another hug in an attempt to supply any comfort she could. “Hey now, I’m sorry Frey.” She rubbed the girl’s back before pulling back and smiling lightly. “He’s safe, and that’s the important thing to focus on. He’ll be home soon enough, and you guys can have your own Christmas as a family together once he is. I’m sure Camellia will understand once you explain it to her, she’s a smart girl.” She rubbed her arms in a motherly manner. “You’ve got so many people coming tonight that you’re going to have to talk to and say hello to, you’ll hardly even notice he’s not there! I promise. Now let’s hurry up and start getting you ready, okay?”

Frey nodded, knowing that what her friend was saying was true. “Yeah … you’re right.” She spoke with yet another bit of a sigh, before obediently sitting at the chair in front of her vanity so Margaret could begin her work. The elf girl picked up a golden hairbrush that sat on the vanity and began to get to run it through her friend’s hair. “So …” Frey spoke up, hoping to brighten the mood she had dampered, her eyes looking to her friend in the reflection of the mirror. A smile played like a fawn on her lip;, sweet, delicate and with a touch of nervousness at the impending night to come. “Where’s Kevin and your girls anyway?”

The elf filled the silence with the sweet humming of her voice, singing a bright note of a song she loved every now and again as she ran the brush through her friend’s long mint green locks. “Oh Melody was being a handful as usual, I heard the terrible twos were bad, but jeez I just don’t remember Harper being this bad when she was two. So Kevin offered to stay behind until the party started to help finish getting her ready.” The blonde giggled at the thought of her family, pulling the brush by the queen’s ear. “Luckily we’re staying the night at my old house, so at least they’re already in town, but when I left Harper was fully ready and Melody was running around the house naked. Plus Kevin isn’t even dressed yet since he’s spending all his time trying to get her ready.”

Frey couldn’t help to burst into laughter at the image. “Oh great gods! What a cute little girl! She must be really be giving you and Kevin a run for your money, but how’d I know you two just had to have a wild child? I knew as soon as you were pregnant with Melody! I was like, no way are they going to get another perfect child. This one has to be a monster.” She spoke in a joking, matter of fact type of tone.

Margaret laughed as she agreed, holding bobby pins in her mouth as she rummaged through her bag for the herbs she had brought along with her. “She’s just so high energy, so much more so than Harper ever had been as a baby. I guess it’s definitely just taking Kev and I a little time to get a handle on her is all. Hopefully she’ll calm down a little, but if she doesn’t … well then we’ll just have to figure it out!” She began pinning back the ends of Frey’s hair, braiding a piece as she continued. “Oh! But I don’t know if I told you! So Kevin and I are going to play a harp and piano piece as one of the songs for this evening, and Harper has gotten good enough to sit alongside him and play a few parts of it with him now! It’s so sweet, you’re going to love it!”

“Oh, actually on that note,” Margaret continued, “do you think you could get your brother and Leon to look after Melody while we play our piece? She gets too fussy to sit on the piano bench through a whole song right now. Ooh, or maybe I’ll ask Rosalind and Dy.” She pondered for just a second, before she continued her chatter. “She was telling me the other day how her kids are so quiet! Eloise apparently barely ever cries and I remember Victor being that same way. How is that fair!?” She huffed her bangs out of her face in frustration. “Have you heard the way Melody screams? Her lungs could crack the glass of a window pane.”

“Doesn’t that mean she’s going to be a great singer?” Frey retorted with a sly smile, laughing as her friend spoke, thinking back to the time that she babysat the two girls. And yeah, boy was Melody a screamer, whether she was sad, mad or even happy.

“Great Gods I hope so!” Margaret tucked the rosemary into Frey’s hair, securing it with a couple more bobby pins and pieces of hair. “At least that would put a use to those lungs of hers, plus she seems to have absolutely no interest in instruments, at least not to the degree that Harper did at that age, so we’ll see what happens I suppose. And … Viola!” The elf took a step back to admire her handywork, proud of the job she had done with her friend’s hair. “Enough about my two goofballs, where’s my cute niece and nephew anyway? With grandad Volkanon?”

Frey took a second to admire herself in the mirror, her hair looking much better than she would have ever hoped it to look thanks to her dear friend. Though she wasn’t used to wearing her hair down, usually she always had it up in some way or sort, but with a bit of her hair pinned back it actually looked very elegant. “You guessed it.” She spoke with a smile at the image of her own two little monsters. “I actually haven’t seen them for a couple hours, as soon as we finish up here we should go check up on how they’re getting along.” She rose from her vanity, turning to search her room for the dress she was going to wear. 

“Thanks for the hair Meggy,” Frey cooed as she looked to her friend, her tone brightening gradually and returning to her chipper self. “You’ve got to see my dress this year! Volkanon wanted me to wear a ball gown again, but I just feel so stuffy in though big ol’ things all the time! So,” She ran to her wardrobe, retrieving the dress in question and presenting in an excited manner. “Tah daaaah ~! Isn’t it cute? I won’t be warm at all, but I’m hoping the ballroom will be warm enough to not even matter.” It was a long soft green dress, the longer chiffon outer skirt decorated in a slight hint of glitter that would most definitely glow under the lights of the ballroom. At least that was the plan anyway. Volkanon had always been adamant on elaborate gowns with much too much ‘fluff’ as Frey had coined the term, so they were happy when they decided on this glittery middle ground between their two wants.

“It’s so cute!” Meg chimed as she clasped her hands together. “Here, let’s get you into it so we can go check on how everyone else is doing okay?”

Once she was dressed in her gown, Frey had to admit that she felt immensely better than she did before. Perhaps it was because now she was done getting ready, all thanks to her friend that walked and chatted alongside her as they made their way down the hall that lead into the ballroom. And sure enough, as Margaret had mentioned, the grand hall looked marvelous. 

It was decorated with bright white lights, hanging pine needle garlands, and satin silk ribbons of all different patterns and sizes. Her eyes were caught on the view above her, before she soon was snapped from her thoughts from the call of her young nephew. “Auntie Frey,” The voice said with a whine, soon enough the boy follow suit into view. Young Noel, decorated in his small and perfectly put together Christmas tuxedo stood at her feet with his fox like ears that seemed to be the exact copy of his father’s pressed flat against his head in frustration. “Can you pleaaase tell Camellia how the party is for my birthday! She keeps trying to tell me today is a holiday, and I’m trying to tell her I know it’s a holiday. It’s my birthday tomorrow! My birthday is a holiday, I’m the crown prince! But she won’t listen to me!”

This happens every year, at least every year from the point that the two bickering cousins learned what exactly a birthday was and what a holiday was. It was the same argument and every year it received the same answer, well … each relative with their own opinions on the matter told him their own opinions every year. Honestly its to no wonder the poor boy was so confused. “Oh sweetheart,” Frey cooed as she knelt down to his height, adjusting the sweet bowtie that was secured around his neck. “It’s your birthday and a holiday, you were born on such a special time of the year we’re throwing a big party for Christmas and your birthday.”

Seemingly not very satisfied with that answer, Noel was about to speak yet again, before a loud and rather shrill, over exhausted voice cut him off. “That’s it! I’m done watching your damn kids!” 

Frey looked up from her nephew to see none other than her brother, storming across the ballroom adorned in his own evening party wear. A lovely white suit with gold metal detailing, matching the crown he wore on top of his head. In tow, a blonde young girl dressed in pure white skipped beside him, actually matching her uncle quite well in terms of attire while approaching her cousin with a bit of a ‘hmph’. “Mama told you the party’s for Christmas didn’t she?” She chimed in a sweet, know it all type manners as she batted her eyelashes. “I keep trying to tell you the party isn’t just for your birthday.”

The boy with the foxish features held his ears once again pressed against his head, his brow knit in irritation as he wore a pout upon his lips. Though he had other matters to attend to it seems. “Papa, Daddy said you aren’t supposed to cuss.” He looked to his blond father with his own wise guy sort of expression, as if he were a parent that caught his child doing something he shouldn’t be. 

“I did not cuss,” Lest spoke with a roll of his eyes, adjusting his own nephew Louis in his arms, whom seemed to be content resting his head against his uncle’s shoulder, eyes resting in eminent exhaustion from the party that even has yet to fully begin.

The little girl turned on a heel, looking up to Lest before nodding her head in actual agreement with her cousin. “Mmm … no I heard you cuss!”

“No I didn’t!” The man retorted.

“No I’m pretty sure you did.” His husband spoke from behind him, appearing beside him with the youngest member of the royal family held in his arms. Cyrus seemed awake, eyes peering at the world at the liveliness of the growing cluster of people in the main ballroom. His own fox ears, matching that of his father and brother, stood alert and turned slightly now and again as he listened to each and every noise going on throughout the hall. Leon pinched the cheek of his husband in a teasing yet affectionate manner. “Noel’s right, what did I tell you about using curse words around the kids?”

Lest, far from just irritated at this point, batted his partner’s hand away in annoyance. “Oh don’t you start, and you stay quiet! I’ve got a bone to pick with Frey! I’m sick of watching your kids!” As if on perfect cue, the youngest pup held up in Leon’s arms looked up to his foxlike father, before spitting up a mixture of toddler drool and his most recent liquid meal all over the front of himself and his outfit.

“Oh Cy, not again!” Leon spoke in surprise upon realizing what his son had done. Cyrus on the other hand looked unbothered, blinking his big eyes in confusion as yet another long string of drool dripped from his mouth.

Lest, turning to look at the newly ruined outfit his son was in, let out yet another long drawn out groan of frustration. “See! I can barely keep a handle on my own kids, not to mention Noel and Camellia just never stop bickering.” His hand flew to his face as he dragged it downward in an over dramatic manner, before placing his free hand on his hip with a cocked brow as he looked to his sister. “You know just as much as I do on how much both you and I have to get done tonight, where’s Will anyway? Leon can barely handle Cyrus, there’s no way he can handle all four of them.”

Frey honestly didn’t really know what to say, she knew it was selfish to expect her brother hadn’t any of the party stress that they both now seemed to be sharing, so she only breathed a bit of a sigh. She played nervously with her fingertips again, her gaze falling down to her daughter who seemed much too caught up in lecturing her older cousin to pay much mind to what she was saying. The thought of the news discouraging her daughter absolutely crushed her, so Frey spoke in a hushed tone to her brother, gaze full of apology. “He can’t come, he’s docked at some nearby town because he couldn’t get through the storm.”

Lest was about to say something, yet stopped feeling discouraged at the news and deciding against the choice of words he was going to say to his sister. “You know what, whatever. But you owe me.” He pointed his finger toward his sister in a teasing sort of menacing manner, before calling over his shoulder. “Leon, can you go find Volkanon? Maybe he can take these crazies.”

No response.

Lest broke the eye contact he was maintaining with Frey to look behind him, only to find his husband gone, more than likely off to find a change of clothes for Cyrus. Another loud groan came from the blond boy, readjusting his grip on the sleeping Louis before announcing in an almost proud (yet irritated) fashion. “Fine! I’ll go find him myself! Come on Noel!” Lest put out his free hand to offer it to his son to hold, before looking back to Frey with a glare. “If I’m late for introductions this is not my fault.”

Noel stuck his tongue out toward his cousin, muttering a final sassy remark under his breath before calling back. “Coming Papa!” He turned to catch up with Lest, taking a hold of his hand while his fox tail batted back and forth.

Frey couldn’t help her bit of laughter at the stressed and rather frazzled mess that her brother seemed to be, she watched him take his leave before turning her attention to her daughter who held tight onto her skirt. She looked up to her mother with her large, bright blue eyes and asked in a manner than almost seemed as if she was scared for the true answer. “Christmas isn’t really to celebrate Noel’s birthday … is it Mama?” She wore the same pouty lip that her cousin had earlier when he asked Frey a similar question, they sure were family.

Frey knelt to pick up her daughter, adjusting her hold on her while she laughed lightly at the question. “Camellia I’ve told you this already,” She chimed in a sweet sing song voice to the girl. “Christmas is a holiday, and Noel just so happened to be born on a holiday. So we’re celebrating both.” Her words rose a giggle from the young girl, more laughter flooding forth as Frey leaned in to eskimo kiss her daughter. “Now there’s no need to argue with Noel anymore, he can believe his truth but you know the real truth. Okay?”

Camellia nodded her head vigorously in understanding, though her gaze soon getting fixated on the rosemary in her mother’s hair. Her hand leaned forward to touch it, before looking back to Frey with a bright, innocent, little girl type of grin. “You look so pretty Mama! I wish I was as pretty as you are, but Uncle Lest isn’t very good at doing hair.” 

A sweet smile appeared on Frey’s lips at the compliment supplied by her daughter, before using her free hand to grab a piece of the herb that adorned her hair and remove it, only to use a free pin to decorate Camellia’s own hair with it as well. “Well I believe my little Princess is much prettier than I am, I would say Uncle tried his best.”

Camellia’s hand rose to touch the rosemary that now lay in her hair, wearing it proudly with a bright smile. “Now we’re both really pretty! I can’t wait for Daddy to see me, I bet he’ll say I’m really pretty too!” Though as the thought hit her, blue eyes blinked in realization, looking to Frey with a tinge of upset. “Where is Daddy?”

A slight groan escaped from the Queen as it was confirmed that her daughter hadn’t heard her tell Lest about Will’s delay earlier. Knowing how much it was going to crush her daughter's heart to not have her father home for Christmas was weighing heavy on her heart, though as she was about to confess, another voice interrupted her.

“Here they are ♪!”

Frey looked to where the voice was greeting her, and Camellia did as well. A squeal of excitement escaped the small girl as she bounced in a giddy manner. “Harper, Harper, Harper!!” She wiggled out of her mother’s arms, causing Frey to set her back on the ground as the little girl ran up to greet the other, who was walking along with her own mother. 

“There they are!” Frey called back in a sweet tone as she spotted Margaret yet again, but this time with her entire family in tow. She greeted the girls and Kevin for the first time this evening, leaning forward to give the man a hug as she couldn’t help her laughter upon greeting the small girl he had been holding. “Well hello Miss Melody! I heard someone was giving her daddy the run around, hm?” 

Kevin couldn’t help his own laughter, not surprised that Margaret had told the story of his current state when she had left the house. “I’ve got to say, getting this girl dressed is one of the hardest tasks I’ve ever had to do.” He squeezed the girl in his arms before speaking directly toward her. “Mommy and Daddy’s little trouble maker, hm Melody?”

The little girl on the other hand seemed much too caught up in Frey’s attention to pay much mind to the chiding from her father. “Auntie!” Her young toddler hands did the grabbing motion towards Frey, to which Frey couldn’t help but oblige by taking Melody from his arms.

“Hi big girl!” Frey cooed. “Look at how big you’re getting! And you look so pretty in that dress!” 

Melody swung her legs back and forth, looking up at her Aunt and speaking simply in the words she knew how to piece together. “I dun’ like clothes!” The toddler began laughing at her own words, a high pitched giggle that made it seem as though she was immensely entertained by her own joke. Though, as if to show the proof in the pudding of her words, Melody began swinging her legs in such a way that soon her small shoe went flying off her foot. Another eruption of laughter.

“Melody— Did you just do what I think you did?” Margaret spoke in her stern motherly tone, rising from her kneeling position she was in while she greeted Camellia. “Mommy saw that young lady, what did I say about kicking off your shoes?” The small girl ceased her previous laughter, and now only looked to her mom with the biggest set up puppy dog eyes, knowing full well that she had done something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. 

Though this time it was Kevin’s turn to laugh, he who had already retrieved the thrown shoe (like it was a task he was used to) and handed it to Margaret. “She sure is a handful.”

Margaret still stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at her daughter for a lingering moment before leaning forward to blow a raspberry against her cheek, eliciting a squealing laugh from the girl. “Now be a good girl or Auntie Frey won’t invite us to anymore parties.” She took Melody from Frey’s grasp as her and Kevin began to reattach the long lost shoe, hopefully a little more securely this time.

While the couple was busy with their loudest daughter, Frey leaned down to greet their oldest. “Hi Harper, I heard someone is getting really good at piano! Is that true?” She spoke in a sweet tone to the young girl, whom only supplied her a shy shrug in response. 

“I’m not that good,” She spoke softly, her much softer demeanor than her sister seeming like the difference between night and day. “Daddy and I have been practicing a lot, but I still mess up a lot too.”

“Oh Goodness Frey she’s merely being modest.” Kevin spoke in a proud tone of voice, placing his hand on top of Harper’s head in an affectionate manner. “She’s much better than I was at her age, by a long shot, and she’s been talking all evening how she couldn’t wait to show you what she’s learned!” Harper blinked in surprise at her father’s words, looking up at him before returning her eyes to Frey. She smiled sheepishly and spoke how she would do her best.

“Gods they’re getting so big!” Frey gushed as she stood up, adjusting her skirt as she looked back to her friend with a bright smile. “I remember when they still couldn’t even talk! And here they are, little ladies and all now! It makes me step back and realize how big Camellia and Louis have gotten now too.”

Margaret mused with laughter over her friend’s comment, nodding in agreement before speaking again. “I know! And you know who’s also gotten really big is Eloise,” She nodded as she continued, adjusting her squirming toddler in her arms in a way that assured her to stay still while she was talking. “I swear she was just born yesterday and now she’s almost a year old! I saw them around here somewhere, you’ve really got to see her!”

—

“Come on Noel!” The recently titled King called his son behind him. Oh man, king sounded weird. So entitled, so strong, so seemingly unlike Lest. The man pondered on how much the title truly changed his already royal stature, but he supposed ever since his sons and niece and nephew were born it was a needed change. He recalled the ridiculousness of everyone calling both him Prince Lest and his son Prince Noel, and how it just didn’t seem right. So here he was, the same guy he had always been but with this new and fancy title. A fancy title that changed nothing, he still seemed to have to do everything himself. 

It was then that the man spotted his husband, finally. Leon had a freshly dressed Cyrus in his arms, adorned with a clean bib around his neck. That’s right, gotta be prepared incase it happens for a third time. Which, in all honesty, probably will.

Lest began to slip a little quicker through the crowd, before he supposed he went a little too fast. He bumped square into the back of a taller man. Though his stature didn’t seem bothered, when the man turned to spot Lest you could see the fury in his eyes. Out of all people to almost topple over, of course the person he ran into had to be Dylas. It couldn’t have been someone that would brush it off like Arthur, nope, it always had to be Dylas.

“Lest I swear to the Gods,” The man with the horse like features spat in annoyance. “King or not, if there was one misplaced hair on Eloise’s head I’ll throw your ass straight into river outside. Crown and all.”

Oh so he gets to cuss and no one says anything. How fair was that? “Hey, you’re fine! And Ellie’s fine too! Right Ellie? You won’t let your dad throw me in the river will you?” The little girl who was held up in Dylas’ arms only blinked, being only a year old she didn’t seem to have much say in the matter. Her own horse like ears rose in curiosity, before giggling at the blonde man in full force. “See? She loves her Uncle Lesty! No need to throw me, or my crown, anywhere!”

Though before Dylas could even make a remark, especially on the Uncle Lesty part, his wife cut him off. “Oh Lest there you are!” Rosalind chimed in a bright tone, approaching the two along with their son Victor beside her. “It’s been a while! Well with Will gone traveling, we haven’t had our book club meetings in the library for a couple weeks, how have you been?” The duchess began her idle chatter, and Noel approached Victor to talk while the adults did the same.

“Oh speaking of which!” The girl chimed as she batted her hand. “Remember those tea cookies you liked so much? The ones that Max got from Kardia the last time the club got together? Well he was able to get me some more and I brought a tin for you and your family for Christmas, I handed them off to Vishnal as we walked in so you’ll have to ask him where he put them.”

Book club, yeah Lest didn’t read. But a weekly gathering in his house, with food and drinks that he wasn’t a part of? He couldn’t have that. 

“See! Rosie’s sweet to me, I don’t understand how anyone like her could put up with a grump like you Dy Dy.” Lest spoke, to which the girl couldn’t help her laughter as her husband merely rolled his eyes and groaned.

“Rosalind see, you’re nice to him and then he uses it as ammunition to defend himself for his stupid actions. All you need to do is ignore him and move on with our lives.” Dylas scoffed, before blinking in surprise at the hand that soon rested itself on his shoulder. He looked to the side to see none other than the father fox himself. 

“I’ve tried to ignore him, it doesn’t work. Then I tried even harder to ignore him, and then we got married.” With a cocky grin Leon spoke in a teasing manner, greeting the other couple with pleasantries about the holidays before Lest pointed his finger in an accusatory manner directly at him.

“And where have you been!? You know what, nevermind, I know where you’ve been.” Lest scoffed as he readjusted his nephew in his arms. “Did you see Volkanon anywhere?”

Leon, taking the question very seriously as Cyrus chewed and slobbered on a golden ribbon that hung off of Leon’s outfit. “Hmm, no babe. I saw Vishnal and Clorica in the back room but not ol’ grandad.”

Lest leaned forward, slipping the ribbon out of his son’s mouth and handed him a teething toy from his back pocket. What? A dad’s always got to be prepared. “Hm .. well I wonder where he—”

All of a sudden, a loud and booming voice began over the loudspeaker set up in the ballroom. “Greetings everyone, residents of Selphia and guests from towns from far and wide!” Lest and Leon then both share an all knowing look, nodding in confirmation as they both confirm that, yes, there he was.

“I, head butler and caretaker of this magnificent castle along with the staff and of course the royal family, thank you for spending your Christmas Eve here with us!” While his voice continued to greet the ballroom of now many guests, all of whom had arrived throughout the various events that went on during the evening thus far, Lest and his husband did his best to slip through the crowd. Though, a sudden realization came to the blond. He blinked, stopping dead in his tracks as he turned to look at Leon.

“Where’s Noel?” He spoke in a moment of alert confusion. Leon, obviously not knowing that answer any better than Lest did, took a look around him before his eyes shot around the room. And there he was, spotted at the edge of the ballroom next to the dequidant table filled to the brim of different sweets and pastries for the party goers to enjoy. The crown prince seemed to be gaving quite the good time himself, continuously reaching up and grabbing fist fulls of the lower tierr of what he only assumed could be his birthday cake. His hands, and mouth, coated in frosting.

“Wha— Oh my gods— Noel!” Lest cursed in a hushed tone to not attract too much attention from the people around him. “Leon! For the love of all that is holy, do something about your son!” He spoke while swatting at the man beside him.

“Oh when he gets into trouble like this suddenly he’s my son.” Leon scoffed with a bit of laughter under his breath, he was always used to the way that Lest would get riled up during events like this. These were the only type of events where he was truly supposed to act princely, well now kingly he supposed, and anyone could tell from a mile away that the level of expectation put upon him came with a great deal of stress as well. “I’ve got it, no need to worry. Go on up, we’ll be there in a second.”

As Leon walked to go take care of the boy, Lest’s nephew suddenly stirred in his arms, yawning and blinking his eyes in confusion at all the sudden amounts of people surrounding them. “Hm ..?” He glanced around, before holding more securely onto his Uncle’s neck for balance and looking to him with large curious orbs. “ … What’s going on?” He asked in a sleepy manner.

Lest merely responded with a bit of an exhausted laugh, why couldn’t of his kids have been the ones to sleep through all the excitement. “I’m glad you’re awake there buddy! I was getting worried about you, we’re about to do introductions, you remember what I told you to say yeah?” Louis merely nodded, before Lest took off to continue slipping through the crowd.

Leon on the other hand, grabbed the back of his son’s shirt and lifted him sheer off the ground. “And what do you think you’re up to little pup?”

Noel squealed in surprise at his sudden capture, also surprised that he was now unable to move his arms or legs due to his sudden change in gravity. He looked around in confusion, before his eyes went big with excitement at the sight of his dad. “It’s my birthday!” The boy chimed happily, completely unaware of how bad he truly had ruined the bottom tier of the cake on the table, where entire fitfulls were missing.

A snort of unamusement escaped from Leon, lifting him up further with his strength to connect eye contact with his boy (while his other boy sat content chewing on his teething toy in his father’s other arm). “Nice try bucko, your birthday is tomorrow. Plus, you don’t get a free pass on doing bad boy things just because its your birthday either.” Globs of frosting dropped from the boy’s face as he supplied yet another signature pout. “And jeez, come on boy wipe your face.”

Noel intensified the puppy dog pout (or in this case, the fox pup pout) as his ears drooped and his eyes got wide and glossy. “But Daaaaaaad …” 

This sort of act may work on Lest; Leon knew, he used the fox pup pout on him too, but it sure didn’t work on the king of the fox pup pout. “Come on boy, some crown prince you are completely covered in frosting. Do it for your papa so you look nice for introductions— Hey and do not wipe it on your sleeves!”

Noel merely grumbled as he looked toward the table and did his best to reach for a napkin, to which the paper cloth was just an inch or so out of reach from his lifted into the air position being held by his dad. He struggled, leaning over and stretching his hand to the greatest length that he could make it. Several more seconds Leon let him struggle, whimpering and whining as he really just couldn’t reach the napkin. Leon rolled his eyes, before moving his son just an inch closer, close enough for him to grab the napkin in his grasp and begin wiping off of his face.

Meanwhile, Lest and Frey both arrived at the same time, the pair seeming equally out of breath at their sudden rush. Frey stepped forward to take Louis from her brothers arms, thanking him under her breath. 

Volkanon luckily always took forever to begin the opening introductions for any type of party, but throw in the spirit of Christmas and there was nothing that could stop the man from blabbering on and on about how thankful they were to have so many people come together on such a special holiday. Though as he noticed the siblings on his right and left side, he laughed in surprise. “Oh! Well here’s the royal family now! I suppose we should start with their introductions now, no? Let’s begin with the children as per usual, Lest my boy, where’s your little Noel?”

As Volkanon continued, it all of a sudden hit Frey. She hadn’t let Volkanon know beforehand that Will wasn’t going to be here this evening. Oh Gods, so she was going to have to tell him, over a microphone, in front of everyone, while Camellia nor Louis didn’t even know the news yet? This had ‘bad idea’ written all over it, but what was she going to do now? Her hand rose to press against her cheek, Camellia was going to throw a fit.

Though soon the crowd erupted in a slew of awhs, to which they snapped her from her thoughts, causing her to look up and see Noel center stage with both his fathers standing behind him. “First up, we have our crowned prince— Noel Asher!”

“Hi everyone!” He chimed through the microphone his grandfather had handed him. “I want to thank all of you for coming to my birthday! I’m going to be six whole years old tomorrow, so I expect six presents from everyone for each year I have been aliv— Ouch!” The boy winced as his fox featured father nudged his back. “I mean— thank you all for spending my birthday with me.” The awhs continued. 

“And that was our very own crowned Prince Noel! Then of course we have the newest member of the royal family, the second son to our King Lest, young Cyrus Tsel. He can’t speak just yet, but do you have anything to say to crowd little prince?” With the microphone held up to him, Cyrus blew a spit bubble, giggling as it popped. Yep, you guessed it, even more awhs.

“A big round of applause for King Lest himself, along with his husband Leon!” Lest had always been a lot more charming in these sort of situations then Frey ever had been. Sure it was sort of an awkward thing, these introductions, that Volkanon forced them into, but Lest overtime seemed to get used to it and even seemed to enjoy it.

“Hi’ya everyone!” He greeted in an incredibly casual tone. “Just wanted to say thanks for coming to my son’s birthday party, because you know his birthday is tomorrow. So make sure you wish him a happy birthday. Thanks.” Okay he was still kind of awkward, especially when he seemed to be aggressively trying to rub a point in Frey’s face. 

“Next up, we have our one and only princess of the Kingdom, little miss Camellia Emmeline Ingrid Antoinette!” Camellia skipped out center stage from beside her mother, holding innocently onto the hem of her dress. She brushed off her cousin, ushering him out of her center stage light, before talking sweetly into the microphone.

“Thank you to everyone who came today! The castle can be so big and lonely sometimes, we’re so happy that you all came to celebrate Christmas with us ♥!” She gave a small curtsy to the crowd, one she had been practicing and perfecting for weeks, before returning to her side beside her mother. 

“Isn’t she a cute one folks? And last but not least of the royal children, we have little prince William Terry Louis the fourth! But don’t worry folks, he just goes by Louis.” Frey still held him in her arms and she stepped out center staged with a bit of a bashful smile as he was greeted, though when his grandfather held the microphone to his mouth, Louis spoke loud and clear.

“Happy Birthday Cousin Noel!!!!”

Frey blinked, Louis barely understood what a birthday was, let alone that it was Noel’s birthday. Though when she looked over, she spotted Lest giving her boy a proud grin and a thumbs up. Surely, whatever it was, it was taught to him by his uncle. Louis also looked seemingly proud of himself, happy he was able to remember what Uncle Lest had told him to say.

“And then of course we have our lovely Queen, mother to both Camellia and Louis,” Oh boy, here we go. Frey tried to motion to Volkanon, whispering in a soft voice to skip Will’s introduction, but he seemed to be caught up in himself to really hear her. “Isn’t she just a vision of loveliness everyone?” She motioned again, and once again was ignored. There was not getting through to him, well she supposed this was her own fault. She should have let him know earlier, she should have been helping him get her children dressed earlier, she should have been doing something earlier. Something other than sulking away as she was, staring at the sunset when she had so much more to be attending to. She was strong, she could do things by herself, she had always been so self reliant, and Will, she knew, was supporting her always, even from afar.

As she glanced among the crowd, she spotted all of the faces whom had come there to celebrate the evening with them. Friends, neighbors and so many people that had become as close to them as family. She spotted Meg amongst the crowd, waving to her as Kevin beside her did the same as Melody sat on his shoulders. They were all here supporting them too. 

Though she couldn’t help herself from wincing as Volkanon continued with her paired introduction. “And then of course her dear husband—”

“Daddy ♪!”

Frey blinked, not realizing she had been closing her eyes. Confused, she noticed it had been Camellia who had screamed out, making her way off the risen platform that was their stage to run across the ballroom floor. As the crowd seemed just as confused as Frey was, they parted like the sea as the young princess ran through them. That was then that Frey’s eyes spotted him, at the front door to the large hall slipping off the scarf that was covering his mouth and shaking the snow from his hair. It was Will.

“Daddy daddy daaaaddy!” Camellia called as she ran toward him, the man finally taking notice of the calls as she got closer to him and he couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his lips. He knelt to greet her, and almost toppled over and the sheer running forced the small girl had while throwing her arms around his neck. “I missed you! Where were you all day?! Grandpa Volkanon and Uncle Lest had to get me ready and they couldn’t do my hair the way I like it, I missed you! I was worried that you had forgotten about us on Christmas!”

The man couldn’t help his laughter at the words his daughter rushed forth with. “Sorry I’m late my little princess, I didn’t mean to make you worry.” He spoke in a soft tone of voice as he held her close to him. “Your dad got a little caught up and seemed to lose track of time.” He lied, knowing full well that Frey hadn’t gotten a chance to break it to the little girl that Will had previously believed he wouldn’t be able to make it home at all.

Everything Frey mentioned earlier about all that support from everyone in town? Yeah well, she meant it sure, but at the sheer sight of her husband, well she couldn’t help the rays of sunshine that seemed to blossom forth inside her chest. She hurried her way down the stairs, following along through her daughter’s path that had been made through the crowd of people, not even stopping for a moment to care that practically every eye in the room was on them.

“Oh thank the Gods,” Frey breathed as Will rose from his knelt position, Camellia clinging to him as he lifted her into his arms. “You had me so worried,” She chided, though being filled with so much relief that she couldn’t even pretend for a moment that she wasn’t happy to see him as she embraced him in greeting, both children now being squished between them. 

“Not you too,” Will teased as he hugged onto his wife, hoping to cease any of the worries that he knew he had caused her. “Here I was, trying to make a quiet entrance so I could slip upstairs and change to surprise you guys, but I suppose that plan is ruined now, hm? Since it seems every guest and their brother seems aware of my return now.”

Louis, who’s face was squished against his father’s shoulder, looked to him with a wide smile of his own. “Hi Daddy! Did you know it’s Noel’s birthday?” He didn’t even seem phased, as if he didn’t even realize his father had been gone. “What’s a birthday?”

Will and Frey both laughed in unison, before Frey began to correct him. “Louis honey, it’s Christmas.” Her gaze turned up to look at her husband, finding all the comfort and support that she had ever needed to get through the evening, to get through life in general, in the smile he looked to her with. “Merry Christmas Will ♥.”

Will continued with his own laughter, holding Frey and the children closer to him and feeling thankful to have such a warm welcome back home. Despite the crowd watching them, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against his wife’s. “Merry Christmas Frey ♥.”

Louis, still incredibly confused, asked another question upon his previous one going unanswered. “What’s Christmas?”

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That’s not a dog {Will & Frey}

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Frey’s excitement was contagious, almost like a little girl becoming excited over getting a horse. “Well, yes, they are similar to unicorns and I do know what unicorns are! However, where I am from, unicorns are another myth told to us in form of fairytales. Horses, however, are very real.” Will dug into his pocket, pulling out a shiny phone with no case to cover it from damage. He swiped through a few pictures before landing on one of Arthur. Turning the phone to the princess, he showed her a picture of a white horse, looking straight into a camera. “This is Arthur, I guess he could pull off being a unicorn at first glance.” He handed the white phone to the girl before going back to the menu in front of him. 

The regality of the princess seemed almost non-existence. Her attitude seemed to relax for someone in royalty, but that wasn’t what Will minded. It was a breath of fresh air to be around someone who was unapologetically themselves, despite their place. Will looked up from the menu, noticing light green eyes staring back at him. The young man gave Frey a small smile before turning back down to his menu, his eyes tracing the extravagant dishes as he looked for something simple, something normal. He couldn’t help but find himself laughing to himself at Frey’s little outburst of annoyance.

“Frey, you have no need to apologize.” Will responded. Setting the menu down gently on the table, he folded his hands into one another. “I appreciate how vocal you are about the lazy blacksmith. It at least gives me an idea on how my uncle’s company can help your country the most. But to answer your question-“ Will said as he quickly changed the subject. “I think I would just prefer a fruit sandwich. What about you milday, Frey?”

Will smiled in response. “She seems lovely. I would love to meet her one day.” This town was magical; really, the country was. Dragons, wolves, a darling princess. Elves, dwarves- animals and people who were a bedtime story back home; they were real here. The blond let out a soft chuckle, imagining a dragon fighting a stove. “That must not have been fun in the moment, but I bet looking back it must be an interesting story to tell others.”

Will listened intensively. He listened to every word Frey had to say, bad or good. He listened to every little squeak that came out as she talked, nodding his head back and forth, back and forth. Blue clear eyes watched every movement she made, as if she was something different; a spectacular to behold. “I’m sorry about that.” The blond man said as a small frown came upon his face. Yet, even with such sadness about a self she barely knew, she seemed happy.

Content. 

Frey was still beaming even with some personal issues. A true example of a gracious leader. “Dance you say?” Will asked with a gleam deep in his ocean blue eyes. “You may not know what your past consists of, but you have your brother and a body’s memory of dance. That’s not strange. You have something to remind you of your old self. And… it makes sense.”  

But when Frey turned the conversation to him, Will blinked in surprise. “Me? As a person?” This wasn’t a question he was asked. Rarely ever, did someone he had just met ask him such personal questions. “Well, I enjoy traveling.” He began, quietly as he thought more and more about himself. Who was he outside of the travels? “As a child, I was into showing horses, riding English style, as you can imagine.” Her question stumped him. Who you are as a person Will? Who even are you? “I guess you could say I spent most of my life sheltered and catered to, so now I’m trying to find myself. Whether that is through some diplomatic work for my uncle or traveling on my boat, seeing all the wonders the world has to offer.”

“Unicorns are a myth for you guys too?” The princess spoke in disbelief. “Really? Wow ... the place where you come from sounds so interesting and so different from here! I’ve never been there, I’ve got to tell me more about what it’s like!” Green eyes blinked in confusion as he turned the device in his hand to show her pictures.

Frey grasped the phone with immense confusion written all over her features. “What the heck is this?” She spoke openly, shrugging off the weirdness of the device and taking the moment to look at the horse upon the screen. “Awh! Well look at that sweetheart! You’re right, he looks just like a unicorn .. except he’s missing the horn! So he’s your .. pet? Did I use that word right?” She asked as she handed as she flipped through a few different photos. “Is he your ‘man’s best friend’?”

Frey put down the menu she had been looking at and nodded confidently. “I think I’m going to get the teriyaki rice bowl, something about rice just sounds really good right now.” What? She liked her carbs. “Okay, so a fruit sandwich for you, teriyaki rice bowl for me, and a plate of tater tots for the table! Great!” She chimed happily, rising from her seat and throwing the man a wink before making her way to the counter. 

“Hey Porrrcoo ~ ♪!” She called happily, chatting with the man for a moment before placing their order. She had leaned against the counter, tapping the top of her shoe against the wooden floor, and finished up explaining the the plucky man what it was that she needed.

When she returned, Frey merely beamed a small to the blond. “Hi, sorry, where were we?” She tapped her cheek with her gloved hand for a moment. “Talked about Poppy ... me dancing ... honestly a lot about me!” So at this point is when the man continued on answering her question from prior, just who was Will? Frey still didn’t seem to know. She got good idea of who William Terry Louis ... rest of his immense long list of names, but who was Will?

As he spoke, Frey rested her cheek against her palm and listened intently. He had been so rehearsed with his statement about his work, that it was amusing to find him struggling to think of things to tell her now. “Oooh ~ Showing horses.” She mused, she’d watched a lot of people show unicorns before or even Elefun’s, but the idea of Will doing it himself intrigued her. “Did you ever do shows with Arthur? And do you take him on your travels now? Did he come with you on this trip?”

The Princess couldn’t help her influx of questions the man was of interest to her, he seemed not used to talking about himself and honestly that fact made her even more curious. “Why did you live such a sheltered life ..? For any reason in particular? That’s not very kind of your parents, since you seem to like to travel so much.” Though there was something he said next that struck her, he was trying to find himself. It reminisced with her that she, in fact, was trying to do the same thing, everyday. But he was looking for his future, and she was stuck looking for her past.

“So ... have you found any of yourself yet?” Sure, dumb question, but maybe if he did, if he found any part of himself, it would give her the faith to do so too.

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That’s not a dog {Will & Frey}

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Frey’s little habits just made a small smile appear on Will’s face. It wasn’t everyday that a princess would be so casual, yet exclude an era of regal and carefulness around her. “Sadly no, I like dogs but I have never had the chance to own one before. Although, I do have a horse. You know what a horse is, correct?” He asked. Dogs were just so common as a pet, horses- from what Will knew outside his own world- were usually meant for work or riding. They weren’t meant to be like pets like Arthur was. That was his best friend- was that sad? Probably. It was. 

Who are you…? The question perplexed Will. Had no one told Frey who he was? Or what he was doing here? A small frown came onto Will’s face. There was a whole itinerary he had been given over the princess and prince- yet did no one really tell Frey herself who Will was? It wasn’t a big deal, but it confused Will to why “My uncle works in the mining trade and company. Much of what he does is work in mining, but he is attempting to venture out more into the trading part of his business. Currently, the trade he focuses on is national. Thus, he has the idea if he could venture into international waters, it could help not just his business, but he could possibly help some countries that may have a shortage of a certain mineral currently.” All of this speech was second nature to Will. he had rehearsed it several times by this point.

The gentleman pushed her chair in slightly, before taking a seat across of her. Letting out a soft hum, he thumbed through the elegant menu, edges in gold and blue. “I wonder as well. We have many urban legends back home- perhaps they came from here? Evolution may also have taken place back home and that’s why your brother’s monster looks the same as a dog back home.” He breathed. “Fascinating. Truly fascinating. And your Poppy- a dragon, correct?- is she similar to your brother’s Corn Bread where she acts like a pet or is she more of a dragon than not?”

“I truly never have!” It seemed so strange to admit he had never had been granted the taste of a tater tot, whatever that was, but it was true. Frey’s laughter made him feel comfortable. “I might have to get that then. If the Princess herself loves them then I might try them.” 

“I just know what I’ve been told about you.” Will turned a page of the menu, eyeing what could he eat. The dishes were written in a manner that they seemed so delicious just from the writing- but so needless at the same time. Could he just have a simple sandwich instead of fancy sashimi? “Truth be told, I know hardly anything about the princess herself- you. There’s so much you can learn from one when they speak about themself. So tell, my lady, what do you love to do?”

“Oh! Oh oh oh!” Frey chimed excitedly, scooting forward in her chair while crossing one of her legs over the other as she rested her arms on the table. “I’ve definitely heard of horses before! I haven’t ever seen one before, but they’re like unicorns without the horn on their head right?” She leaned forward to rest her cheek against her palm. “You know what a unicorn is right?” She inquired in a somewhat suspicious manner. “You know, creatures with the ability to hone the elemental magic of nature, healing abilities (unless you’re Dylas), protector of forests (again, unless you’re Dylas), yadda yadda yadda. Those unicorns!”

Sage green eyes wandered to her own menu as the man across from her began to explain more about himself. While she didn’t want to keep him too long with her ordering off a menu she literally sees everyday, she couldn’t keep herself from keeping eye contact with the man across from her. There was something about him that was just so dignified, cool, calm and collected. He almost seemed princely, but obviously not in the same tone as Lest is considered a prince. Oh no, not at all. She nodded along with him as she spoke, recalling on what she had seen on her manifest for day. 

“Right.” Frey responded while she muttered in a bit of thought. “The town’s been low on our natural metal resources since the demand to make new weapons have been so high.” Her brow knit at the thought of Bado. “It doesn’t help that out local blacksmith,” She highly debated that he deserved such a title. “Is so freaking lazy, It’s resorted to Lest, my brother, and I running around town mining any metal we can get our hands on. So your proposition is really appealing.” She brushed her hair behind her ear as she continued to speak, idling curling a piece of her hair around her finger. “We still have to look at the expense reports for the season to see if that sort of luxury is within budget but—”

Frey sat up quickly in a startled manner, blinking twice. “Oh Gods!” She spoke in apology. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to talk about work. Your lil shpeal just kinda got me going there.” She shrugged it off with a bit of a laugh. “We can chat about that another time, but for as of right now, I’m starving. Have you decided what you’ll like yet?” A laugh escaped her that she hoped would quell the bit of embarrassment she felt. “I’ll go tell the chef what you want to put the order in whenever you’re ready, he’s a real goofball but everything he makes is amazing. So I highly recommend next to everything on the menu!”

At the man’s comment about her dragon, Frey only nodded happily in response. “Oh she’s such a sweetheart! Much more like your regular ol’ house chipsqueak when she’s in her loving mood. She’s not allowed in the castle anymore since everyone once in a while she finds the need to light another kitchen appliance on fire.” She huffed, frustrated at her lack of ability to break the dragon of her habit. “Honestly I think she’s trying to compete with the fire from the stove, trying to see who’s flame is better.”

The way that he spoke, everything about him seemed pulled straight from a book she’d read once. Once upon a time. “Uhhhh ~” The princess mused for several moments, shrugging ever so slightly as she suddenly forgot every interesting fact about herself. “I actually don’t really know what I like ...” She admitted with a bit of a nervous tone. “I’ve lived here for a while sure, but I’m actually an amnesiac. I don’t remember anything about myself from before then.” It seemed a bit strange to confess something so seemingly personal to this man who was here for business and  literally just taking her out to be polite, but she figured it was a fact about herself he didn’t know. “You could say everyday I’m still getting to know myself, the myself that I forgot about.”

“Oh!” She chirped with renewed joy in her voice. “I do really like to dance ♪.” The words escaped her almost as if they were familiar, a statement she used to say a lot. “At least I think I did ... do ... am doing?” A blink of confusion, before she brushed it off and continued. “It’s strange, like my body knows certain dance routines that my mind doesn’t. Ballet and what not, I think I know a couple duet pieces, but I’ve never had anyone to practice with so I’m not too sure about that.”

Though, with the inability of not being able to recall much about herself causing her a bit of anxiety, the princess decided to turn the tables back to the blonde. “Okay, so you told me about your work self. But I also want to know who you are as person William! Er— Will!” Oof she’s awkward.

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That’s not a dog {Will & Frey}

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There was something about her laugh that just made Will laugh alongside her. Maybe it was how soft and calm it sounded coming from the princess, or how contagious it was. But whatever the reason, her laughing was too difficult for him not to laugh alongside with. “You have never seen a dog? Never in your life?” He asked with a chuckle. What a peculiar princess. Then again, as his eyes wandered around his surroundings, it was a peculiar town. (Such as the….. furry? Is that what Chelsea had called that anthropomorphic? Furries? Are half the people in the kingdom furries? Is that why they walked passed a few on their walk?)

Yet, the princess’ voice turned Will away from his thoughts on these so called furries and back to her. He let out a soft chuckle once again. “Just Will would be perfect, Princess Frey.” He replied awkwardly. “The simple, the better.” He paused for a moment, a smile staying on his face as he thought. “But, I believe you would say the same as well, would you not now? Frey?”

Oh Goddess- Will thought as he hope he didn’t offend her. Watching her face become red with embarrassment , Will couldn’t help but feel a small amount of guilt of possibly offending her for opening his mouth. “I shall be residing here another four days.” He calmly replied, hoping to ease her embarrassment now. Quick change of the subject for the lady. “Today was just a standard introductory day. For the next several days, I have meetings with your trade ambassador to go over export and trade data of my uncle’s company. But, I’m sure that business talk would not be that exciting for a princess to listen to.”

Without even hesitating, Will opened the door to the restaurant. Standing beside one of the golden shrimps, the sun hit two perfectly as it encapsulated  them in golden light. “After you milady,” the blonde moved his arms to the side to allow Frey to walk in. He followed behind her, mouth twisted in confusion as they continued the conversation. “Perhaps that makes sense. I guess people long ago in ancient civilizations  did the same with dogs and cats where I am from which now has turned those feral animals into pets after decades of domestication. Does that mean something such as our myths like the Boogie Man could have taken inspiration after a monster from Selphia?” 

As the two walked to a table in the middle of the restaurant , Will carefully pulled out a plush seat for Frey before she could even object. He stood behind the chair, moving his hands in a calm way to garner her attention towards the chair. “Order whatever you would like to eat, this is my treat after all.” Will said as he waited for the princess to sit down. “Your advisor told me about your affinity for something called a tater. Do they sell them here? I would love to try this tater that Vishnal spoke about and to here you rattle on more about the monsters here- or even yourself. ♫ I barely know much about you other than what people have said about you and your brother, Frey.”

“Hmm ..!” The girl hummed as she tapped the side of her cheek as she thought. “Nope! I’ve definitely never seen a dog before, I’ve only ever seen pictures of them in books.” She’d also heard there was like, a zillion different types of dogs. She wondered for a long prolonged moment if they were nice, could she meet them all? There sure was a lot, but if she ever got a break maybe she would go out of her way to try and find one to meet. “Do you own a dog?” The girl spoke without thinking much, maybe if he owned one she could meet his. This man seemed nice enough, maybe he would even let her pet it.

Something felt off about simply calling the boy ‘Will’. He has such a regal atmosphere about him, from the way he looked to the way he spoke. You could tell that he came from some sort of high social stature, but different than she. He deserved to have his 12,000 names, meanwhile she was just Frey. And that’s all it would ever be. The girl was about to protest, but when the man finally did as she requested— Just her name ringing from her lips without the title that weighed her down, she looked to him with a softer expression. “Right ♪.”

“Oh!” She perked up when he explained the length of his stay in Selphia, feeling definitely a little less guilty about her absence earlier in the day. But only a little less. Though all of a sudden something didn’t really add up in her head, her brow furrowed before raising sharply. “Wait for four days? Just ... who are you anyway?” She said with a bit of a giggle. “Like I know your name is Will, and I can remember maybe 2 of the names you told me. But ... why? You said you’re here as a representative for your uncle’s company right?” Her hands clasped behind her back as they walked. “What kind of company is it anyway?”

The princess once again couldn’t help her sweet laughter at the man’s polite gestures, speaking a simple ‘thank you’ as she entered the restaurant first. Sure she was a princess, but not many guys in town treated her the man this already was. His mom sure must have raised him right! “Hmmm, I dunno!” She chirped, before taking a seat at the spot that he offered her. “That definitely could be the case ... with so many different types of monsters here, I wonder if any of them are based on some of your urban legends.” 

She thought for a moment, before speaking up again. “I mean really any monster can be scary at first, but once you put in the time and effort to bond with them, even the scariest monsters can be absolutely the sweetest!” Frey nodded, idling playing with the silverware on the table while she spoke. “Like Poppy! She’s a dragon! Not like Venti who’s an Elder dragon, but she’s still a dragon.”

At Will’s confession about what he already knew about her, Frey couldn’t help but blush. Well isn’t that a weird fact to someone you just met to instantly know about you. She was going to have to gripe Vishnal about this later. Though when thinking about all the things that he learned about her, the girl couldn’t help herself from busting out into a fit of laughter. “Tater tots!” She responded happily, shaking her head back and forth. “Well sure, it might not be the kind of food you’re used to eating, but if you’ve never tried them you definitely need to!” 

She flipped open a menu and pursed her lips, humming to herself for a second before responding to him. “Well gosh you might know more about me then I know about me! I don’t even know where to start!”

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Volkanon Said It’s My Turn With The Braincell [Frey & Lest]

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……. !

/Rolls back on to his stomach, even tho he’s no longer tangled in the massive comforter/ Oh! Wow! /Sits up, yet still doesn’t leave the floor/ That woke me up! I mean, you did too, but that really woke me up! Who knew falling off the bed makes you really awake! Let’s make that an order!

Frey….? /Looks up at his sister/ Volkanon said you weren’t allowed to use the oven anymore. I’ll start it, I’ll start it! /Gets up from the floor and makes sure his bottoms (silk, just the way he liked them!) weren’t ruined by anything on the floor/ I can do it! Don’t start another fire and blame it on me!

[Breathes a sigh of relief as it finally looks like the boy was getting his butt outta bed.]  Thank the great dragon Gods above! Finally you get up! [Curses in a whisper, rolling her eyes as he begged her not to touch the stove.] Oh yeah, yeah. I light the kitchen on fire twice and now the world is out to get me! I know I’m not allowed to touch the stove! Why do you think I’m waking you up!?

[Tugs at the blanket one last time for good measure, helping to lift the boy off the floor.]

Now come on! Let’s get to the kitchen!

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Gal Pals [Frey&Meg]

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Margaret stopped in her tracks. Wait a second…. “Oh!” She put a hand to her mouth, realizing what she had missed, what was missing from the equation. “I do! I completely forget! I guess seeing you for the first time in forever made me forget!” She let out a soft laugh, before squeezing her friend’s arm.

The elf pulled her friend (not so much pulled, as just happily skipped along the road) as they made their way back to her house. Once they arrived to the house, Maragret pulled out her key, about to unlock her front door when she quickly turned around and looked at her friend with a worried frown.

“Wait, Frey? Did you bring a swim suit?” 

“AH—!” The young princess squeaked as she was dragged in the other direction, before adjusting herself and beginning her fit of laughter. “We can’t go to the lake with only one of us having a swim suit silly! That would just be down right strange!” Frey batted her hand playfully, watching as her friend unlocked her door.

She invited herself in and breathed in the refreshing atmosphere that was her friend’s room. Gosh it always smelled so good in here, like a mixture of herbs and insense. As she was then questioned by the elf girl, Frey perked up, before her lips turned into a wide cheeky smile as she pulled at the end of her shirt, revealing her swimsuit strap underneath.

“Violia! A princess never comes unprepared!” Truthfully she’s been wearing it under her clothes for the past three days, this was just the day she finally was able to find Meg at a good time.

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That’s not a dog {Will & Frey}

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Not exactly a dog…. Will crossed his arms. That was an incredibly strange way to put it. He listened and watched the dog act so happily. “Not all are cute and cuddly.” Will clarified. “There are some that are breed to be more aggressive. Yet it depends on the owner and who trained them.” Will turned back to the pig tailed girl. Monsters? Will raised an eyebrow, before his face softened a bit more. The new information was shocking to him. Yet, he needed to know more. His life, trapped in a mansion with few outside forces to control him, lead his curious thoughts and ideas run free. Maybe it was why he had been a little excited to come to Selphia. It was new, different, and strange. His studies couldn’t replicate his experience so far. No book, no documentary, no lecture could. “Well, this monster,” that sounded weird to say a lot about the dog like creature, “and dogs have some similarities.”

Her exerbute nature only made Will let out a small chuckle. She was exactly like what was explained to him- hyper, yet kind. “Princess Frey, your butler let me know about how you are already.” He said calmly. “He explained everything to me, so I do apologize if I made you a little shocked. He said you were not used to the nature of royal affairs just yet and you and your brother both are very different than most nobles.” He could on, but he didn’t. It wouldn’t have been kind to say anything that could have made her upset.

“You’re the princess. I shall address you as such.” Formal, like always.

“I am.” He said with a nod. “The only stress Corn Bread gave me was minor.” Which, again, was true. Sure his pants had a hole in them (or two- three? A lot), but she hadn’t stayed onto him forever. She saved him, and for that, he had to thank her. “Your butler told me you also enjoyed to eat, so with that knowledge, let this me my treat, Princess Frey.” He flashed her another charming smile to the woman as he walked beside her. “Well, lead the way to the restaurant. I’ll follow beside you. I’ve been here for not too long, so you’ll need to show me where exactly it is. I apologize that I didn’t do much research on the layout of the kingdom before my arrival.”

Before they began their walk over, Will’s mind wandered a little. The princely like fellow thought back to the monster that just feet away was still there. “I know you explained monsters to me earlier,” he began. That word was still odd on his tongue. Foreign. Strange. Yet, it was so similar. “Monster means something else where I am from. It usually means someone or something that is imaginary, such as the Boogie Man. Yet, you have monsters here, and that one resembles a dog. Do they all take after dogs?”

Both of her gloved hands rose to hold back the giggling that escaped from her lips. “We’ll I’ve never seen a dog before, I’ve only seen pictures, so I can only assume you’re right and they are pretty similar!” Her laughter continued, until the blond brought up the topic of her butler, in which she gasped before putting both hands on her hips. “Well Gods, Vishnal why don’t you tell every stranger how you really feel about me huh?” She chatted aloud to the sky, sighing openly at this new sense of embarrassment she was going to have to endure during her conversation with this man. “Well I hope everything he said didn’t deter you from me too much, it’s true I’m a little new to this princess thing so you’ll have to excuse me if I’m a little casual.”

“Casual, meaning I would absolutely love if you would just call me Frey ♪.” She chimed as her giggling ensured. “At least something just like, ‘Miss Frey’ is preferable.” Then she paused, fiddling with her gloves as they walked to Porcoline’s. “Or if you keep calling me princess ... what should I refer to you as? It seems a little unfitting for you to call me princess and me to call you something casual like Will. William maybe? Mister Will, Monsieur William?”

And why on earth did Vishnal have to tell the handsome stranger about her eating habits? He just can’t keep his mouth shut. A blush of embarrassment flushed on her features at the realization of how much the other man knew about her, but it was the charming smile that he flashed her that caused her blush to grow even redder. Instead she just laughed nervously and waved a hand in front of her face. “S-So let’s change the subject ... how long are you in town for anyway?”

As they approached the restaurant, Frey instructed Corn Bread to make her way home to Lest whom was probably waiting for her. She turned her attention to the man’s question as they walked in the establishment together. “Oh! Really? That seems so strange! Well I guess in the most simple way to put it, monsters are kind of like the— Boogie Man? You said? They can be aggressive and territorial of their homes, but think of these monsters like ... something that can be tamed! Like if you gave the Boogie Man enough fruits and treats that he eventually loved you as if one of your dogs would. Except these monsters in our would aren’t imaginary like they are in yours.”

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That’s not a dog {Will & Frey}

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There was something strange over how that dog acted, and well, looked. But Will jsut could not put a finger onto what it was. “She’s not from a breeder and he found her, adventuring out- as you said?” Will could only let out a little chuckle. “That’s a strange way of finding a dog, but I know some people who have even stranger ways… But I guess sometimes the animal finds you- doesn’t it?” The girl was pleasant, sweet as a chocolate cake. 

Meeting- how could this woman know about the meeting he was meant to have? Will looked at her confused, his brows furrowing. “I beg your pardon? We were meant to meet…?” He started. This meeting should not have been advertised to citizens of Selphia- should it have? He knew the kingdom had different customs, so maybe they wanted to- Wait a second.

It hit Will as the woman spoke. Brother, adviser, hell even her look was similar to how the head butler had described her (twin tails, green hair, a darling smile). This was- “You are the princess of Selphia…!” There was shock in his voice, before quickly composing himself back to his regal persona.

“Well, Princess Frey,” Will began, keeping his soft smile onto his face. “It’s a pleasure to have met you now as well. And there’s no apologies needed, I met you know so-” He brought the princess’ hand up to his lips, giving it a quick kiss. “The pleasure is mine.”

“But, as you did save me back there, could I take you to have something to eat or such?” After all, that was the only way to repay someone. 

“Well she’s not exactly a dog,” Frey spoke in a bit of a teasing tone, giggling at the way the man tried to make sense of things. Luckily, unlike many of her peers, Frey had put in a bit of research into other cities and even other continents. So even thought it seemed like they were speaking different dialects with how they interacted with the world, Frey tried to her best to use her previous knowledge to clarify. “Dogs in your culture are rather cute and cuddly correct?” The word dog was foreign on her tongue, she was hoping she was remembering her facts correct. “Their bred for the purpose to be for looks and companionship right? Well here animals, monsters as we call them, are all tamed from the wild! Rarely are the bred in captivity.”

As the man came to the realization that yes, she was the princess of Selphia, the princess he was suppose to have had a meeting with hours upon hours ago, Frey couldn’t help but release a timid laugh. Her hands were in front of her, fingertips twiddling in a nervous fashion, as if she was perhaps about to be scolded for her absence. 

Though when the man took her hand in his own, feeling his lips against the back of it startled her. She jumped in surprise, a blush spreading across her face as her demeanor switched to one that was surprisingly shy. Frey pulled her hand from his grasp as she used it to fan herself with. “I-I-I’m not that kind of princess.” She tried to explain. “Well— I mean— I am a princess. I’m definitely not someone just trying to pose as the princess, I am a princess. I’m just not that kind of princess.” Frey. Shut up.

The hand that the man kissed now held her own cheek, attempting to cool how red her face had become. “I’m just trying to say ... you don’t have to be so formal with me! I may be the princess, but please just call me Frey.”

Though at the man’s offer, the princess blinked. “Oh— Are you sure? More like I should be offering to take you out to eat because of the stress my pet caused you.” She thought for a moment ... maybe if she went with this guy, Frey could simply tell Volkanon that she had rescheduled the meeting herself! Then she wouldn’t get in nearly as much trouble. Right? Right. “Well if you’re sure, it’d be pretty of rude of me to deny then! There’s a restaurant in town with some really great food, it’s down the path this way! Come on I’ll lead the way!”

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Gal Pals [Frey&Meg]

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Oh, today was a slow day at the restaurant for sure. Yes, it was still early in the day, and yes, the lunch rush hadn’t even started but it was slow!

At least Margaret had her music to keep her attention on something. As she played the piano, she couldn’t think of anything negative that had happen lately. Life had been life and-

“Meggie” The call of her name made her stop as she looked up from her piano before noticing green twin tails run towards her. “Frey!” A little gasp exited her mouth as she saw the young princess. Oh, how long it had been! She quickly ran from her station to meet the girl just a few steps away from the piano. “I’ve missed you too, Frey!” She pulled the girl into a little hug, squeezing her clse to her body. “I’m just working, but you know it’s been such a slow day.” She let go of the princess as she let out a sigh. But, Frey did give her an idea….

“Porcoline~! I’m going to the beach with Frey~!” She called out as she grabbed the princess’ hand and pulled her out. Before the eccentric man could even say a goodbye (or before Dylas could say anything negative), the two girls were out of the restaurant yet still holding hands.

“Alright, lead the way to the beach, Princess~!”

Frey squeezed Margaret in the hug she gave her, enjoying the warmth of her friend that she had missed so dearly. What? It may have only been a week or two, but when it comes to Meg that might as well have been years! “Well work is boring, by decree of the princess I say Porco should let you come with me today! He won’t mind it too much since it’s slow right?” She teased, giggling just at the sheer sight of her friend.

“Bye my dear friend Porco! Bye my dear pain in the ass Dylas!” The woman called behind her as they slipped out of the building. Frey gave the elf’s hand a reassuring squeeze as she sifted to link arms with her instead. “You betcha my dear!”

Though as the two started their stroll, Frey blinked and looked up to her friend with big eyes. “Wait wait wait! Do we need to take a detour by your house first? We have to get your swim suit!”

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Volkanon Said It’s My Turn With The Braincell [Frey & Lest]

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But you caaaaann cook!!! You need to learn!! Volkanon says we gotta know how to make food because what if he’s sick and we’re just stuck with Vishnal for dinner…! /Stops himself, hearing the flattery and all the ego stroking his sister is doing for him- oh, how she knew how to play her little brother/

…..

Okay! Good enough for me! ♪ /Kicks off the covers of his bed, which in turns also pushes Frey off him, but instead of jumping out he rolls out onto the floor and hits the ground with a thud!/ 

/Groans/ After I get up.

[Hand goes into a fist, pumping it in success as she cheered to herself in a victorious manner.] Heck yeah!

...

[Blinks as he rolls onto the floor.] Jeez! Come on Lest! [Kneels down beside him, untangling him from his bed comforter before using all her might to roll him a couple times across their bedroom floor.] 

Get!! Up!! Come on! I’ll go start the oven for you, I just have to make sure you don’t fall back asleep on me!

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That’s not a dog {Will & Frey}

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Maybe it was the shock that kept Will from being panicked, or the exhaustion he felt from a full days of meanings, but Will just stared at the golden dog. “Um, pardon me, mister or miss dog, but could you just….” He tried to move his leg, but every inch he moved, the dog kept it’s jaw onto the loose fabric.

Will heard someone scream for a Cornbread…? Will and the strange dog both turned their attention to a girl in pigtails, eyes widden at the shock of someone actually That was an unusual name for an animal. “Well, she is a character.” He chuckled, more because he thought now she was acting like a dog than some weird dog like animal that just had to grab on his pants. Even then, what dog goes straight to the pant legs? Will looked down at his pant legs, slobbered with drool and a few holes where the dog had latched her teeth onto him. “Oh Goddess.” Yeah, a proper response for holes in the bottom of your pants.

Hunter wolf… Okay, Will may have been sheltered for most of his life, but that sounded like a ridiclous name for a type of dog breed. Will could only return back with a chuckle as he stared at the dog happily sniffling and looking like she wanted to eat the bread but didn’t know if she should eat it. “She’s still young, I’m guessing? Was she from a breeder? You should try to contact them and ask them how to exactly train her so she’s easier to control.” Will put his hands up in front of him, shaking his head back to back. “No fretting and also, thank you for distracting her my lady. I didn’t know what to do with her- Cornbread is her name, correct? Well, I did not want to harm Miss Cornbread, she seems like she’s just an excited, possibly sweet, dog.

“She wasn’t frightening me- oh! Where are my manners?” Will turned his attention back to the green pigtailed woman, giving her a soft smile. “My name is William Terry Louis Andrew Carrick Jonathan Dredge Hams Redding Roger Southwark Alnwick Plymouth Junior Regison III, but you can call me Will if you see fit. I am sadly not a tourist, I’m actually here in Selphia on business for my family, the Regison’s.” He gave the young woman a little bow, before taking her hand into his gently. “And you, my lady, are who?

“She is pretty young!” Frey piped up, while she stared over at the golden dog whom seemed so interested in the bread, before looking back to Will with a smile. “But no she isn’t from a breeder silly, wow you sure make it obvious you’re not from around here! My brother found her hurt while out adventuring, he took her in, and now they’re pretty much completely inseparable.”

Though as the man spoke his thanks, Frey could only shrug and rub the back of her neck, displaying a bit of a bashful smile. “Oh it was nothing ♪, I’m glad I found you guys when I did!” She nodded, her grin now presenting itself as bright and cheerful. “Yes! Her name is Cornbread. My brother named her, I know the name sounds weird. But she’s really sweet, just a bit spoiled.”

Though when Frey looked back to the man, and he began rattling off his long, long name, she looked at him with an expression of disbelief and wide eyes. “Uh—” Oh thank gods this guy had a nickname. “Will.” She repeated, surprised someone with a name like that would go by such a simple four letter name. “Will,” she said again, “well it’s a pleasure to meet you! My name’s—” 

Regison? Oh what just a darn moment. “You’re who I was suppose to be meeting today!” The girl blurted out without even a second thought. “I-I mean,” Uh oh, she avoids work for one day and this is what karma does to her? She cups her mouth with her free hand, the one that wasn’t being held by his already. “Right— I was suppose to meet you today, but my advisor— you know— he just—” Come on Frey think of a lie, quickly. “He just had such a long list of things for me to do today.” Perfect.

“I’m Frey.” She said simply, with a bit of a warmer smile while she tried to brush her previous nervous energy behind her. “Princess Frey, but you can call me just Frey.” The girl shook the hand he was holding with a bit of vigor. “It’s a pleasure to meet you! Sorry I didn’t get a change to meet you sooner.” 

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Gal Pals [Frey&Meg]

Frey laid on her bed, well upside down actually, trying to ponder on what to do for that day. All her work was done and it was only about noon. Lest was off doing Gods know what, and honestly she needed a break from him anyway. Though what was she going to do ... 

Then, it hit her.

How long had it been since she visited Meg? Oh no! She probably was going to think she didn’t care about her anymore!

With this sudden sense of panic, Frey rose from her laid position, the blood running quickly to her head before she made her way out of the castle at a quickened pace.

“Meggie ♥!” The princess chimed as she burst through the door of the restaurant, not even caring on who she was bothering. She ran up to the elf with a wide smile on her face. “Hi! What are you doing right now? Wanna go to the bath house with me? Or to the beach? I miss you!” She gushed as she threw her arms around the other girl, praying to herself that she didn’t already hate her for ignoring her lately.

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Volkanon Said It’s My Turn With The Braincell [Frey & Lest]

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/Watches in horror as she throws the pillow across the room/ Frey! /Whines/ That was my favorite pillow…

Why won’t you make them yourself! You can cook- I watched you make apple jam last week and that was pretty impressive. /As the poking increases, he begins to squirm a little under the blankets/ It’s just tots! It’s just tots! It’s just-

/Stops himself and peaks his head out from the blanket (his blonde hair a mess now from the static of the blanket), still glaring at his sister/ If I make you tots, what’s in it for me?

[Hops up on her brother’s bed, laying across him and groaning louder.] But I can’t make things as great as youuuu do Lest ~ ♥ ♥ ♥. [Ah yes flattery, whether it’s true or not he wasn’t giving her any other choice.] You know you’re so much better at cooking than me. Pleaaaaase!

[Blinks at him asking for what seemed like a favor, is this boy daft?]

Some of the tots. Duh.

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That’s not a dog {Will & Frey}

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Selphia was so much more different than anywhere else Will had visited. The food, the people, and even the customs were so different to him. Yet, he loved it. He loved seeing new places, visiting them and having a more expansive world view than what he had when he was a sheltered, young boy. So of course when he was asked to go to Selphia on the grounds of creating a relationship with the kingdom; whether that was built on trades or personal relations.

The first day went off without a hitch- he meant important figures of the kingdom (yet, not the rulers which granted, Will didn’t find odd. He just assumed the prince and princess were busy doing their daily adventures), charming them in every way he could by being himself. A kiss on the hand, a smile, a wave. Whatever he could. And it wasn’t fake- he genuinely cared. But, then again, it was hours and hours of speaking to these people

This would be his first official walk around the kingdom. As he tried to take in the bustle and hustle of kingdom, he found himself back at the town plaza, taking in the sights and the beauty of the kingdom. It didn’t occur to him just how chaotic being there, really in front of head of the kingdom.

His attention drifted however from the architecture of the castle to a golden dog that seemed to be roaming the plaza without a care. It looked different than some of the dogs he had seen- it looked almost like a husky, but if a husky was gold. Yet, something sparked the dogs interest and it whipped it’s head towards Will, before running straight at him. And the closer it got, the more Will realized that this was in fact, a very strange dog. It was bigger than most, it’s fur appeared fluffier, and that golden coloring was almost unnatural… Like it was real gold-

And then, the dog attached itself right to Will’s pants (just his pants leg… not his skin, thank the Goddess). Chewing. Biting. Doing whatever it was, not letting go even as Will tried to carefully shimmy his leg away from the dog.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t a dog that was currently biting down on the hems of his pant legs.

It had been a pleasant day thus far. Vishnal and Volkanon has scheduled a long day for both the prince and princess of the kingdom. Meetings, greetings and luncheons, kissing babies, the usual. The average day assigned to rulers of a kingdom. Vishnal had come in with the itinerary for the day the night before, showing it to Frey before going over it thoroughly with Lest to assure he understood what was expected of him. 

And guess who was gone by the crack of dawn this morning to avoid the day planned ahead. Well Frey certainly wasn’t going to be caught up in such a horrific day all by herself, there was even an important visitor coming to town, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to spend her whole day trying to explain and make excuses for her idiotic brother. She’s done it before, playing the role of the professional princess, only to be screwed over. And she wasn’t having any of it today, sorry Volkanon, he surely wasn’t going to be happy with them.

So, she went off to do some adventuring instead. You know, like a dutiful princess (haha not).

Her arms stretched high above her head, finally returning to town ready to face the rush of people to come at her. Instead, as she walked into the plaza, she saw a man she didn’t know being attacked by a hunter wolf. Silly tourists, how many times did she have to put out the order to not feed monsters. They just end up coming back into town— Oh my gods that was,

“Cornbread!” Frey squeaked in surprise, running toward the pair with a new found sense of hurry. “For the love of— Cornbread get off the nice man!” Quickly uses a water shot rune ability to try and release the wolf, working only to get the attention of the beast. “Oh come on you ball of fur, lookie here what Auntie has ...!” She shifted through her bag for a moment. “It’s a nice fresh loaf of bread Vishnal made this morning ♪.” She cooed to the monster. At least this bread smelled good, it looked like ... well something Vishnal usually makes, so hopefully it’d be good enough to at least distract her.

“Go— Get it!” She chucked it as hard as she could across the plaza, thankfully Cornbread took the bait and released the blond’s pant leg.

Frey sighed in a happy manner, dusting off her gloves before turning to the man with an apologetic expression. “I am so sorry for her. She’s my brother’s hunter wolf and I swear he’s never taken a day out of his life to try and train her properly around other people. She has a thing for pant legs.”

When she took a good look at the man, she realized he didn’t really look like he was from around here. “Are you okay? I’m sorry if she frightened you, are you a tourist around here? I don’t think I’ve ever met you before!”

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Volkanon Said It’s My Turn With The Braincell [Frey & Lest]

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(When Frey covers his mouth, he just stares at it and back at his own with fear in his eyes)

(Stares at his sister, dumbfounded at the whole thing. He doesn’t even care Volkanon is still asleep, he’s still half asleep.) (Huffs when Frey turns to him, not letting his sister get to him this time)

(Quietly) No! (Shoves a pillow at her, before putting his head back under the blanket) Wake up Clorica and ask her to make you tater tots! Go to Porcoline’s and ask him! I don’t wanna cook for you anymore! Last time I cooked for you at night, Volkanon woke up and yelled at us both! (Pops his head from the blankets, whining louder than before) And I just got to bed!! I wanna sleep Frey!!

[Takes the pillow he shoves at her and tosses it across the room.] No! [Whispers in an aggressive tone.] You know it’s impossible to wake Clorica up at this hour! Plus whenever she puts things in the oven she burns them ... Oh come on just make them for me!

[Pokes his face from over the blanket.] Well I’m hungry! And I can’t sleep until I eat some tater tots with that sauce that you make that I like. And if I don’t sleep, then I’m going to make damn sure that you’re not getting any sleep either! [Proceeds to poke him with increasing aggression.]

Tots.

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Volkanon Said It’s My Turn With The Braincell [Frey & Lest]

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selphian-princess replied to your post “Pssssst! [Pokes the boys face in the middle of the night while he’s…”

I’M NOT PICO! [She shouts in a not so hushed tone anymore, yanking the pillow from underneath the prince’s head and proceeding to hit him right in the face with it.] Now shhhh—! You need to shut up or you’re going to wake up Venti! Or even worse, Volkanon.

But Pico, you’re seventeen feet tall- (Once the pillow is taken from under his head, he hits the mattress, purple eyes opening in an instant once he makes impact with the mattress- and the pillow smothering him. Glances around in the dark before he can make out the figure of his sister in the dead of night- yelling) FREY! (Puts a hand onto his own mouth when he realizes if he does wake up Volkanon, they’re both in trouble regardless of who woke up who.)

(He whispers to his sister, keeping his voice down in fear) What the heck! Why did you wake me up?!

SHUT— UP!!! [Whispers as loud as humanly possible while shoving her hand over his own hand to cover his mouth.] If Volkanon knows we’re up he’s gonna kill us! 

[Shushes him as he speaks] ... ... ... [A long drawn out silence between the two]

[Finally, the sound of Volkanon’s extremely loud, sawing logs level, snore vibrates the room.] [Frey sighs a quiet sigh of relief.]

[Turns her attention back to her brother, her eyes turning into large, glossy puppy dog orbs.] I’m hungry ... [groans, before begging in a soft tone.] Make me tater tots.