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Pulls out a crystal ice sword. She knows what she must do now.
"Jim, I asked a truth to Melody that concerned you, and I felt it was only tight that I should ask you one in return. Jim, do you honest to goodness think that you and Melody will work out in the long run? I'm not rooting against you, but one day she will be queen, and whoever she marries will be king. Long, boring workdays, with something going wrong every five minutes, early rising, late to sleep. You wouldn't be going out on social calls, do you want to be king? Liable for all your subjects?"
The world was not in it for you.
Sometimes, Jim forgot that. Most times, he kept himself in check. But there were times.
Times when he was on his solar surfer, or when he was discovering a new part of Montressor to explore. the ship ride to Earth, so he could expand his horizon.
Meeting Melody.
Sometimes, those things made him forget about the hardness of the world under his feet because he was so happy his legs would cave under his weight from excitement or thrill.
The world was not in it for Jim. Aurora had reminded him.
"I," His voice went weak and breathless. Like dying wind.
Melody.
"She - we're getting married. Melody, her and me." He clarified rigidly, words falling to the ground like cement. His tongue felt heavy and his mouth hurt from clenching it till it was numb. It was a mine about to cave in.
"I can do it..." Jim breathed in the words, filled his lungs with the determination set on such a promise. "I won't walk out on her. Not on someone like her." He was not his father's son.
He would rather have his ears ripped out with complaints of ambassadors and other rulers than leave right now. He would sell his soul for the price of Denmark's castle than leave ever.
He wasn't a King.
But he wasn't his father.
He was trusted. By Melody, and by her parents. He was entrusted.
And for a guy like Jim, that was enough already.
I have discovered that Aurora like rum
Bacardi White rum to be exact
so i have a muse that wants to cuddle
but no one to cuddle with