BIRTHDAYS IN FIELDS──FIYERO TIGLAAR!
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8 years ago
To be raised as the daughter of a traveling merchant meant many things. It meant you were familiar with the land of Oz and all it had to offer. It meant you knew the art of the trade—how to barter, negotiate, and sell for the best deal. But most of all, it meant knowing how it felt to spend your thirteenth birthday all alone in unfamiliar land.
It wasn’t for long, your father reassured you, just a few hours running shop until all of his attention can go to you. You couldn’t find it in you to be upset with your father, but it didn’t make it feel any better.
You’d only been in Winkie Country for about three weeks and finding anyone your age you could relate to was impossifying.
So you found ways to fill your time. Ways to make the day feel somewhat special so it didn’t feel completely ordinary.
You took to wandering. You knew the land of Winkie County was vast, but maps couldn’t capture the multitude of it all. Within it all, that’s when you found it: a wildflower field.
It spread so far that it touched the horizon with its green and yellow and red and more. The grass was soft as you walked through, coming up high enough that your shoes disappeared into it. Most of all, it was peaceful as the sun shined down over you.
You found a patch to sit in: not too many flowers that you might crush them and perfectly so that the sun might shine over you with comforting warmth. You stretched out, leaning back on your arms as your body slowly let go of the tension you naturally held.
This was the silence you yearned for. A peace and break from stresses and worries and all you couldn’t stand. But unfortunately, as the light always comes with darkness to split it up and as goodness is always met with wickedness, a disruption of the highest bothers was soon introduced to your long sought-after peace.
“Beautiful day isn’t it?”
You didn’t need to crack open your eyes to know who cast a shadow over your sun. With a frown, you looked up and found exactly who you suspected.
“Prince Tiglaar.”
He cracked his smug smile and lifted a brow at you. “I told you, you can just call me Fiyero.”
Your lips twitched downwards, your mood slowly dampening. But you didn’t let it irk you much, closing your eyes and laying flat on your back. “You’re in my sunlight Prince Tiglaar.”
After only a moment, you felt the sun slip over you once more like a blanket. With a sigh, you smiled again, your peace finally coming back to you. At least until—
“I don’t see you out here often.”
With a sluggish turn, you peeled your eyes open to find the boy laying beside you, eyes closed and humming as he faced the sun just like you. “Don’t you have lessons to attend to?”
What was an attempt to chase the boy away simply rolled off his shoulders with a dismissive shrug. “She thinks I’m in the bathroom.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“And you never answered mine,” he hummed.
You scoffed out a laugh. “You never asked me a question.”
That made him pause, replaying the conversation back in his mind before a broader smile split across his lips and he looked over to you.
“It seems I didn’t.”
You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Does that mean you’ll leave me alone? Prince Tiglaar?”
His brows dipped down in amusement, his smile never ceasing. “Maybe. Only if you answer me one question.”
Your expression drooped, disappointed yet still willing to entertain him if it meant he left quicker. “And what’s that, Your Royal Highness.”
“What are you doing out here?”
Your lips quirked to one side, hesitation lingering as you debated this question of all questions. With a sigh looked away from him, eyes tracing an outline of the clouds before finally, “I wanted to make today special.”
His eyes jumped over to you, propping himself on an elbow to face you to some capacity as you kept your gaze to the skies.
“Special? How come?”
Hesitation beat you to the punch, looking away from him. “It’s…it’s my thirteenth birthday. Father’s working so I’m just whiling away time until he’s done.”
And that’s when you heard it for the first time since Fiyero made his presence: silence. It wasn’t quite the same as before, though. It was more like a pregnant pause, the gears in Fiyero’s brain very audibly churning.
“It’s your birthday.”
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
More silence as you sat and wondered what could possibly be going on in Fiyero’s head that’s taking up so much time and brain energy.
Then he finally did something. With a sudden movement, he stood up and dusted his pants off.
You looked up to him, satisfaction settling in your chest. “Don’t get lost on your way back Prince Fiyero.”
“I won’t,” he sighed with his smile before reaching out to you with a hand. “Because you’re coming with me.”
Your brow flinched down as you stared at him and as if he grew an extra one to extend out to you. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Well I can’t let you spend your birthday alone. C’mon, it’ll be fast.”
You sat up, your hand hesitantly at your chest. “I don’t…”
“If you find yourself not having fun you can turn around and walk away and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day. I promise.”
You weren’t fond of Prince Fiyero Tiglaar by any means. He was arrogant, loud, disruptive, and a major headache to be around. Yet, something in you pulled the string attached to your hand to connect his touch to yours, agreeing with whatever plan he had under his sleeves.
“...okay…”
You realize you’d never fully been inside of the castle that Fiyero resided in. Sure you’ve seen the parts that most of Winkie Country had seen: the entrance, dining hall, and ball room, but you had no clue where Fiyero was taking you.
The castle was filled with people and Animals that passed the pair of you with no second glance, not paying you any mind as Fiyero dragged you through the hallways until you reached a large door with warm light peeking from underneath it.
With a smile, he pushed the door open and gestured to you. “After you.”
A small smile cracked on your lips as you walked in, revealing the largest kitchen you’ve ever seen in your entire life.
“Wow, this is…wow.”
He stepped in behind you, watching you softly as you marveled at the room. “I know…I come in here whenever our staff takes their break. It’s peaceful.”
You looked over to him with a hint of shock dancing across your face. Peace was never a word you associated with the boy, much less something he sought out.
“C’mere,” he gestured, pulling a large stool up to a table in the center of the room. “Sit, I’ll be right back.”
You looked at him curiously, but all he did was gesture again, eliciting the smallest of chuckles from you. So you sat and watched as he moved across the room, making an effort to conceal it from you.
“I didn’t know Prince Tiglaar knew how to cook. I assume your people did it for you.”
He looked back at you with an amused smile. “You think so lowly of me.”
A little while passed before he finally turned back to you, presenting a small cake with a single candle in the center.
“I make it anytime I find myself spending my birthday alone. No one deserves to feel alone on their birthday.”
You looked from the cake to him, your brows pinching together with disbelieved admiration.
“Don’t forget to make a wish,” he whispered.
A warmth spread across your chest, unable to fight the truest smile that’s ever graced your lips. Finally, your eyes fluttered shut and you blew out your candle.
“Happy Birthday y/n.”
Perhaps you misjudged the prince. “...thank you Fiyero.”
8 years later—present day
Fiyero remembers hearing somewhere that distance makes the heart grow fonder and that time heals all wounds, but now all he could do is scoff at the sentiment.
He watched you from his side of the courtyard, like a phantom from his past. You changed. Or maybe you didn’t. All he knew was that this wasn’t the you he had when you left Winkie Country.
This was the you he received when he first met you. Maybe even worse—all dressed up with hostility and distaste.
It made him think. More than he’d like to.
“Is everything okay darling?”
He blinked, startled back to reality as he looked down to Galinda. The one he danced with last night. Not the one who scorned him. Not the one who adamantly stated that she wanted nothing to do with him.
Galinda was easy to be with. No thinking, no wondering. She admired him and it was never a question.
Yet he still found himself tethered to you.
“...yes. Everything’s fine.”
A beat of silence found Galinda as she traced her eyes from him to you, where he was just looking. “She was awfully rude to you yesterday,” she murmured. “I can talk to her for you.”
Fiyero frowned before immediately correcting it with a laugh and smile. “No, no that’s not necessary. I just–I used to know her, that’s all.”
Galinda’s brows fell up in surprise. “Oh! You never told me that.”
Fiyeri plastered a smile on his lips, watching as you walked away. “...nothing to tell. It was a long time ago, I suppose.”
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