Mar 19, 2015
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Did Somebody Order a Pizza Part III: Did Somebody Order a Package?
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Did Somebody Order a Pizza Part III: Did Somebody Order a Package?
They spent the day in each others' arms, without a care in the world. It had been a century since they had seen each other last. A century since he held her in his arms. A century of playing King, but longing for his Queen to come to him.
And here she was, even more beautiful than the vision he held on to all this time. Her soft skin, softer than he remembered. Her blue eyes, bluer and brighter than he remembered. And her smile, still able to uplift his hardened heart and remind him that genuine beauty really does exist.
Everything had been on hold for a century, and now - as her kiss stirred a passion he feared he'd never feel again - his eternal life could finally begin.
In Which the King Comes to a Difficult Decision (Part 3 of 3)
Where is she? She's going to come. She's going to come, and everything will be alright. Why am I even worrying? Everything will be... everything will be fine.
Almost a full two minutes ticked by before the Candy Queen noticed that her husband had been holding his breath. She papped a hand against his face to bring King Candy back into the moment. He jolted a bit and turned to focus back on the laboring woman rather than staring hard towards the door in hopes of seeing the small magical creature they'd been holding off for. There could be no more waiting. It was impossible to stave off any longer.
With a nod, the doctor confirmed that it was time to begin. The King grunted a soft acknowledgement and flipped out his salmon colored cell phone.
"Sthowa BILL, are you ready to make the connection?" he asked gravely.
"Mmmyes, sire..." the droning voice replied from his hovering spot in the Game's Code Room.
The candy man had been tasked with hooking a lifeline from the King's HP to the unborn child's as soon as it flickered into being, and even though the monotone vocals would suggest otherwise, he was, in fact, terrified of messing this task up. What would the royal family do to him if the transfer didn't take? He could be put into the Fungeon! Game-Over'ed! Or WORSE... an unsatisfactory mark could be tallied into his permanent record. His jelly bean mitts trembled at the mere thought.
"Alright... on my count... we're pushing with the contractions." Doctor Toffee instructed.
Emily gave a shaky nod and gripped onto Cornelius' hand. She hadn't slept for quite some time, having been in labor for a solid 24 hours by this point, and her exhaustion was evident. Still, she would press on.
Echoed utterances of support were muttered in lispy whispers as the Queen huffed and pushed for a solid 45 minutes if gasping and quiet crying until finally...!
"Ooohhh... the... there it is..." Sour Bill gasped, paddling as fast as he could to attach the cord to a brand new Code Box.
The King's HP cut by 10, and he jolted back as though he'd slid his kart into a wall, though he'd not moved from the spot beside his wife. He made a motion to an attendant to keep back; that he was fine.
He was out. The baby was out.
But...
There was no crying.
No movement.
No signs of a heart beat.
The transfer had not worked.
In Which the King Comes to a Difficult Decision (Part 2 of 3)
The raspberry themed Queen strained to sit up in an effort to hear what the doctor was talking about with her husband. The announcement that there were complications without further information was maddening. She kept her hand protectively over her belly and frowned to herself. Was this her fault? Had the travel affected the pregnancy poorly? She whispered soft reassurances to her unborn son, though all the while tears of uncertainty were streaming down her freckled cheeks.
King Candy cast a glance at her and frowned. It had been nearly impossible for the royal couple even to conceive Vanellope, and it had only been achieved by means of using a legendary Item for a wish. Their son was helped along in much the same way, though the wish assistance had come from a Fairy friend of theirs. He took a haggard breath and turned back to the doctor, ready to hear the options.
"The first option would be to link the child to someone else's HP bar for support; a family member, specifically, or it will be rejected. It would either need to be you, Emily, or Vanellope. A baby needs 10 HP as a base to begin life. I will warn you that Emily's HP will drop dangerously low when the birth actually comes to its conclusion, but that's to be expected. She will recover." Dr. Toffee began.
The King went over this in his mind for a moment. It seemed a no-brainer that he would be the one to link with the baby. Emily would be too weak, and Vanellope only had 30 HP all together anyway, being a child. She could be seriously hurt taking a dive like that in Health.
"Ith me. I'll do it. Not a problem." he replied hastily. "Why would we need a sthecond option?"
"Well, it's not as simple as that. This is only a temporary fix, you see. Without a Health Bar of his own, the boy will be dependent on you his entire life. Not only that... neither of you could leave the Sugar Rush gate, or the link would be broken. It's out of range for the Code Room. Both of you would have permanent Game Overs. We would still need to find a permanent bar for him." the doctor sighed.
They could never leave the Game? Never? It still seemed a small price to pay.
"Tho we won't leave. It-ith not like I do a lot of traveling outside of the Kingdom ANY~way, and we'll put up barriers tho he can't go until we can make an HP bar. We can justh Code it in, right?" the King insisted. "I make thingsth in the Code Room all the time!"
"Not these kinds of things, you don't. They can't be made that simply. Not by us. By a Programmer, perhaps, but we cannot do it from within. Specifically, a Sugar Rush Programmer. Since we have no way of communicating with them, what we will need is a donated HP bar. Since you know as well as I do that nobody in the Kingdom is devoid of a Respawn Function, you know what we would be asking." she corrected gravely.
"...We would be taking sthomeone else'sth life." he concluded hollowly.
There had to be another way. The King held his hands on either size of his head, as though trying to contain all the terrible thoughts swarming around. Emily looked back at him in helpless desperation.
"What's going on?" she called weakly. "Is he going to be alright???"
"Y-yeth, we're justh getting it sorted, dear." the King replied with a forced smile, then whispering to the doctor. "I can't justh expect a sthubject to give up their life. What'sth the otha option?"
"Short of donating your own, there's not much more we can do unless you can make an expansion to your wish. There are things we can do to slow the progression of the birth by a little, but we can't do it for long. Right now, he's living off of Emily's HP, so he'll be alright for the time being. I would suggest preparing a link cable right away, because when he pops out, you'll have a minute at most to do the connection." the Toffee themed woman advised.
Time was short. He needed to fill Emily in... to an extent, anyway.
"Jellybean? Listhen... like the doctor told you, the baby'sth HP bar ithn't ready. We're going to link histh with mine until we have a more permanent solution. There'sth a possibility that we can expand on the wish that helped uth conceive, tho I need to go find Flip to thee if we can fix thisth with Mana sthomehow. I won't be gone for long." he assured her.
The Queen widened her eyes in horror.
"That... that won't work. She's too weak right now. That's the whole reason we needed to complete the quest. She's tied her magic to holding it open until it's done. We have to visit all the places we went to as children, one after the other for the data transfer with Ren." Emily explained miserably.
"Then I'll need to be quick. I'll take Ren, complete the transfer, return Flip'sth magic... and then everything will be okay." he responded quietly.
"There's not enough time, Cornelius..." she cried.
"Shhh shh... yeth there ith. You couldn't useth Warp Blocksth in your condition, but I can. We'll make it. I'll be back before you know it." he promised.
She nodded bravely as he kissed her forehead and gave her hand a squeeze.
If the wish expansion didn't work, the King might just have to do a full donation of Health. She didn't need to know about that just yet, though. The very idea that he would be leaving his wife as a single mother of two was unbearable, but he'd lived a full life. Vanellope was already in charge of a lot of functions of the Game, and Emily and Sour Bill could help with everything else. Maybe his time had passed.
Mother's Day~
The King rolled over in bed, a sleepy smile painted over his features as he snuggled into a gentle kiss good morning... with a pillow. He sat up in confusion, looking around the room frantically. Where had his wife gotten off to so early? No, no this wasn't right. It was Emily's first Mother's Day since she'd been revived, and it was supposed to be special! Breakfast in bed, flowers, the whole nine yards!
But she was gone?!
The doors of the royal chambers burst open and the King hopped down the hallway, still tugging his jingly shoes on and buttoning his vest. He asked every servant in the corridors where she'd gone, but nobody had an answer. Balloons and streamers filled almost every square inch of the Candy Castle. Everything was perfect, but...
"DAD! DAAAAAD! HEY!" a squeaky voice called from high up.
King Candy almost didn't register it until a small piece of Vanellope's hair candy plonked him on the nose with a soft squonk. He looked up in alarm to see that she was hanging candied hearts from a chandelier in the ballroom.
"Aah! Wh-whaddaya trying to DO, give me a heart attack ova here?! Get down from there before ya give yoursthelf a Game Ova!!!" he yelped.
"Ah, don't getcher taffy in a twist. It's fiiiine, watch! CATCH ME, RALPH!!!" the little girl shrieked, taking a leap of faith and diving from her perch.
"One side, Your Puffiness!" the Wrecker huffed, flopping a giant hand out to safely catch the raven haired mischief maker.
The King staggered back and fell directly on his royal heiny, halfway to passing out from worry.
"Don't... don't do that..." he croaked weakly.
"Alright, alright... not when you're around, I got it. Where's Mom? I thought we were gonna do pancakes together?" Vanellope peeped, grinning impishly.
"That'sth what I thought, but-but I can't FIND her!" the King frowned. He struggled back to his feet, with the help of one of Ralph's massive fingers for support. "Mmph... thanksth..."
"Eh, maybe she went for a walk or somethin'. Dunno why you need to panic. She'll turn up." Ralph shrugged.
"Y- no, well... if she wasth going out, I figured she woulda left a-a NOTE or STHOMETHING... Ith justh very weird for her to disappear on a holiday." the sugary sire fretted. He heaved a long sigh and looked out on the brightening day, jumping suddenly when a jaunty little tune blared from his pocket.
A text?
[I will be back shortly, gummy bear. I popped over to the Infirmary to check something... nothing to worry about, I was just feeling a little funny. Looks like everything is healthy, though! Love you. Emily~]
"Oh... oh, thank goodnessth." he muttered, hitting the reply function.
[Glad to hear it! I was getting worried. Should I come and meet you there? Cornelius~]
The tune plays again.
[No no no. I'll meet you in the banquet hall for breakfast. See you soon! Emily~]
[All right, jellybean. We'll see you in a few minutes. Cornelius~]
"Your Mom thays she'sth gonna meet uth in the banquet hall. Hope you two are hungry." the King sighed, now much more at ease.
"YEAH! Pancakes pancakes pancakes!!!" Vanellope cheered, glitching around in excited circles. "C'mon, Ralph! PANCAKES!"
"Alright, I'm coming. Calm down, kid." the Wrecker chuckled.
The two men sprinted down the hallway after the little girl, trying to keep up. This nearly resulted in a huge crash into the servants setting the table up, but it was narrowly avoided.
"C'mon, elbowsth off the table, young lady... AND kneesth and feet." the King smirked.
Vanellope groaned and sat properly in her chair, piling pancakes on a plate. Ralph did the same, and the King set out a plate for his wife, then himself.
A short while later, the candy Queen strode through the doors and offered a bright smile and a sheepish wave.
Vanellope glitched over to her mother and clung to her neck like a koala bear.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom! Oh, man! Just wait'll ya see what I set up! It's the best thing ever!" she squeaked.
"Ahaha! I'll bet it is, sweet-tart! I can't wait to see! Come on, let's eat before it gets cold." the raspberry themed woman prompted. "Good morning, Ralph! Good to see you again!"
"Ah, yeah, aheh... glad to see you're alright, your highness." Ralph replied, a small blush set to his cheeks.
As the Queen took a seat next to her husband and gave him a little peck to the cheek, he gave her a questioning look, in hopes of finding out what was going on. She only grinned in response, seeming to wait for the right moment to say anything.
"W-well, now that you're here... ah... a TOAST to the mosth beautiful mother in all of Sugar Rush!" the King announced, holding up a glass of chocolate milk.
"Yeah! All the toast!" Vanellope laughed, holding up her little glass.
Ralph mimicked the motion with his larger tankard and gave the Queen a respectful nod.
"Thank you... and as it turns out... I am about to be a mother again." Emily sighed happily.
Vanellope made a delighted screeching noise.
"He-hey! Congrats!" Ralph laughed.
The King spit his beverage out in surprise and fell backwards out of his chair.
"Cornelius!"
"DAD!"
"Ahh... wh... WHAT???" the King spluttered.
"I'm going to be a mother again." she repeated. "And you'll be a father again... and Vanellope will be a big sister."
"That... that... THAT'STH WONDERFUL! Are you KIDDING me, hoo hoo! I can't... I don't even... gracious GUMDROPSTH, Emily! THAT'STH why you were in the Infirmary???" he cried happily.
"Yes, I just wanted to confirm it with Doctor Toffee. She says that everything looks to be in order."
"AW MAN! I get to be the BIG sister! When does the baby get here?!" Vanellope peeped excitedly.
"Not for a while yet, gumdrop. Let's eat before the pancakes freeze over, hm?"
In which his majesty makes an accidental wish~
The hours ticked by like seconds for King Candy. He had not meant to stay cooped in his office for so long, but it was one of the few places that he could simply sit and sort through his more difficult thoughts.
It seemed as though he'd finally caught up with the enormous mounds of paperwork left over from years of Turbo messing with his cabinet, as well as from integrating all the unlockable Avatars, and special events. He stared blankly at the empty INBOX on his desk, not really seeing it. His bowtie hung undone, his jacket tossed over the flared back of his chair, and his sleeves rolled up over his noodle arms as he finally pushed away from the carved Werther's Original work space. He knew it was long past the point where Vanellope would be expecting a good night snuggle, and Emily would be expecting him in bed for the evening, but it was an uphill struggle to convince himself to retire into sleep mode.
It wasn't that he was adverse to seeing his family. More-so... it seemed that his lovely wife had been having trouble resting, and often muttered broken upset sentences throughout the night. Cornelius was more than convinced that something was troubling her, but the more he tried to get her to open up, the more Emily would insist that nothing was wrong. He'd genuinely hoped that her mood would improve with the upcoming holiday, but any time Mother's Day was brought up... well... it was clear that her smile was but a mask of some inner heartache.
With a final sigh, the King closed his ledgers and tucked them back into one of the heavy laden bookshelves in his office, pinching the bridge of his nose and removing his half-moon reading spectacles.
A faint glimmer caught his eye as he was doing so, though. He squinted his weary eyes, forgetting for a moment exactly what he was looking at.
"Mmm...? Oh. Ith the wishing orb Flip gave to me afta her revival. Still haven't usethed it, but... I dunno what to wish for. I don't want to waste it, no. Hmph. Who am I kidding? I'll neva think of sthomething good enough. All I wish right now ith that there wasth sthome way Emily could be happy again. I hate theeing her fake it." Cornelius muttered sadly.
A jingling pop and a bright flash streaked through the room, startling the King to stumble backwards over his chair and flat onto his royal heiny. His eyes went wide with confusion and fear. Had he been speaking out loud? Did he just use his wish? Or perhaps it had expired...
Disappointment tugged at his features. It was time to call it a night.
By now, Vanellope was already fast asleep by the time he made it upstairs. He pulled the covers up around his daughter and gently kissed her forehead. She rolled a little to cuddle her pillow as he exited the room.
"I thought you were going to pull an all nighter, gummy bear. It's nearly one in the morning." Emily sighed from her side of the bed in the royal chambers.
The King shook his head and clicked the door shut of their room.
"No, justh wrapping sthome thingsth up ith all, jellybean. I'm all caught up with the paperwork. Ith justh been harder with Sthowa Bill gone. I'm glad you've been here to help with it, dear. Dunno how I would have handled it without you." he replied softly.
"You seem a little tense." the Queen fretted.
"Y... well. Maybe a little. I've been worried about you. You know that." Cornelius shrugged, shimmying into his royal purple silk pajamas.
"I'm happy when you're happy. Come along to bed and I'll help you work those knots out." Emily teased.
"Oho~! Well, if you insthist." he squeaked, a faint blush rising to his cheeks.
Maybe the wish had inadvertently worked after all. It was looking like his wife was in better spirits at any rate, and that was enough to cheer him up.
In Which King Candy Meets His Wife
The sound of clinking mugs and raucous laughter rang out over the general din of conversation floating around in the dimly lit billiard room in the Candy Castle. The monthly avatar social was just as crowded and busy as it usually was. Racers past and present mixed, mingled, joked, and gossiped as per the norm while King Clarence Candy and his lovely wife, Lady Nancy gave out awards for outstanding performances. The noisiest corner was occupied by several young special-event avatars. Cantus Gobslipper, Esmerilla Teaberry, Rapoza Tropicfizz, and Toffin Sarsaparilla were doubled up in bellows of mirth as they recounted some of their rowdier exploits to a young gentleman at a round table who was listening with great interest.
Prince Cornelius adjusted his purple tunic vest, rolled up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt, and smoothed out his black tights to seem a little more approachable. At least he didn’t have to wear those ridiculous trunk hose at these get-togethers. Esmerilla scooted a little closer to him so she wouldn’t need to raise her voice for a conversation. He blushed and hid his face a bit behind his mug of root beer, pretending to take a drink so his awkwardness wouldn’t be quite so visible. “So, Corny… when are you gonna come out with us on a side quest? You never participate.” she pouted. Cornelius cleared his throat and gave his red ascot a little tug. “W-well… I have to help out a lot with the Kingdom businessth, and it doesthn’t leave a lot of time.” he replied haltingly. “Oh, come on. You can take a day or two for adventures, especially if you get warp blocks from the Item Shop. You’re never gonna meet a girl if you don’t leave the castle. Unless you’re really into those suitors your folks have been lining up for you” Toffin laughed, slapping his knee at the idea. He knew those girls made the Prince hyper nervous.
The young royal put a hand over his face. “Ya HAVE to bring thoseth girlsth up? Do ya know how-how WEIRD it ith to have women paraded in front of you like a revolving buffet, knowing that if you chooseth them, they’re justh sthupposed to accept it? No. No, that’sth… I don’t like it. The datesth are awful… I know that they’re only there becauseth ith expected off them; that or to make people jealousth becauseth they sthpent a meal or a show alongsthide sthomeone in the royal family. I want sthomeone to prefer to be with me.” he groaned. “Ha! Staying in the castle all day except for races is REALLY helping you to meet someone who prefers to be with you. You’re what… twenty-four now? Don’t be such a marshmallow peep.” Rapoza giggled, snuggling up beside the Prince to make him blush more. “Sthop that! I am NOT a marshmallow peep!” Cornelius fussed, crossing his noodle arms over his chest in a huff.
Cantus leaned back in his seat and slowly blinked his heavy-lidded eyes, gesturing wide with one arm. “When it is time to do things, Cornelius will do things in time.. and not before. When you know what you need to find, you will know how to look for them and find what you need.” he droned in his deep, airy voice. The sagely racer was a man of few words, but he sure knew how to halt a conversation if it was becoming insulting. Cantus was both confusing and reassuring. Cornelius still felt as though he had something to prove, though. These were his friends, true enough, but they were also his subjects. As such, he knew that a certain amount of respect was due. He puffed out his chest and gave his floppy black hair a toss. “Yeth, well… that’sth all well and good, but ath it JUSTH tho happensth, I’m going on an adventure tomorrow to find the Legendary Glowing Gobstopper.”
Everyone gasped, save for Cantus, who put a hand over his face in dismay. Clearly his words had sped in one ear and out the other faster than a well-maintained kart on a boost patch. “How very distressing.” he murmured softly, though the other racers seemed far more excited about the proposed quest and they’re cheering had probably drowned out any chance of the Prince hearing his disappointment.
“For real?! How long have you been planning THIS? Nobody knows how to get through all of those obstacles! You’ll get tossed out of the caverns for sure!” Esmerilla exclaimed. The Prince shrugged as though the thought didn’t concern him in the least. “Eh. Don’t worry about how long I’ve been planning it. I’ve got it figured out. You justh be raedy to eat thoseth words when I get back.” he smirked. Toffin gave an impressed little scoff. “Well, good luck, man. If ya make it, the girls’ll be lining up on their own.”
Cornelius put his mug down forcefully on the table and stood up to exit the party. “I’m doing thith for ME.” he asserted. “If I wanna take my time finding sthomeone, that’sth my businessth. Now if you’ll ex~CUSETH me, I have an adventure to get ready for.”
The Prince had no idea why he was really doing this quest. He didn’t appreciate being teased, and it had made him come to a rather rash decision. That was becoming more and more clear by the moment. It was true that he was lonely sometimes. It was true that he was bored in the castle sometimes. But more than anything, it was true that he needed respect from subjects if he was going to be King someday. After the party, Cornelius waited impatiently in his quarters for his parents to head off to bed, then sneaked himself off to the Code Room to change the coordinates of a warp block as a bit of a cheat. He wasn’t fully versed in proper coding yet, but this seemed simple enough. All he had to do was warp in, get the Glowing Gobstopper, and get out. As soon as he’d managed to do the necessary coding, the junior monarch hurried out to the garden to borrow a tall ladder from the tool shed and cram it into the hammerspace of his vest. If the legends were true, the item he needed would be high up in the secret puzzle area.
Heights. He hated heights.
But maybe if he was QUICK about it, the stupid task wouldn’t seem so darn scary. If the King found out that Cornelius was risking his neck, he would be furious, but what else could be done? Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission in this case. And oh how he would beg. You never wanted to get on the King’s bad side. He had a bit of a temper when he was upset, and it was not a mood to be trifled with. His father was a fair King, but very stern, and it made him a bit unapproachable when seemingly frivolous events or actions were concerned. A small shiver passed through his scrawny frame as the Prince activated the warp block, and he silently prayed that the flash from the altered item would go unnoticed. It had to be outdoors to open up the cheat passage as Cornelius was not educated enough in Code to make it function indoors. He took one last look around, steeled his nerves, and leaped through the spinning cube.
In a bright flash of pixilated sparkles and waves of light, the young man was snatched off to a new location. He wobbled in place for a long moment, dizzy and slightly sick. The code was not elegant. In fact, it was barely functional. It was a wonder that he’d even made it in one piece. He put a hand over his mouth and gagged quietly. No chance of getting back the way he’d come in. It was simply intolerable, and a trip to the Infirmary was in his future for sure.
Cornelius blearily gazed around at the open cavern. It was dark, and there was a strange bit of movement going on along the walls. The only source of light was from… the Glowing Gobstopper itself. Oh, this was too easy. He swallowed hard to clear a the bad taste rising from his nausea and began tugging on the end of the ladder in his hammerspace. He didn’t even notice the small blobbing noise swelling in from the edges of the room.
Once the ladder had been properly propped up, the faint silhouette of the Prince could be seen shakily climbing to the top. The cavern echoed with his shallow breathing and erratic gasps of panic as he ascended. His heart beat hard in his chest, and the rungs began to shake violently from how hard Cornelius was trembling… or so he thought.
The shining legendary item shined out blindingly bright, suspended weightlessly in the air at the tip of a hanging stalactite. “Don’t look down… Justh DON’T look DOWN. Ith right there. Justh a little fartheraaaAAAAHHHHHH!!!” he cried in alarm as the ladder suddenly pitched to the side. With a frantic leap, Cornelius managed to latch onto the stalactite he’d used as an anchor and clung for everything he was worth. Down below there were hundreds of blobby caramel monsters. Out of shock, he looked down to see what had tipped his only means to get back to the ground and shrieked in alarm. He was doomed. Game Over. He couldn’t hold on forever, and a fall from this height was a sure death sentence. Regeneration of a royal would spark all sorts of scandal if it didn’t happen on the track. In one fell swoop he would be humiliating his entire bloodline with his incompetence.
“Stuck in a tree, tiger?” came a soft melodious voice from below.
“Y-YETH! But there’sth MONSTASTH EVERYWHERE! You gotta get OUTTA here!” the Prince yelped, eyes still clamped firmly shut. His muscles were already burning, and he couldn’t hold on much longer, but maybe this person could go and get help. “Ith there anyone WITH you? If-if the creaturesth leave, I have a l-l-ladder, b-but it fell ova… and I can’t AH-HOO-NO… h-hold ON much longa!”
Several rock candy stone chips rained down from the ceiling as the Prince began to lose his grip. There was a small bubbling laugh, followed by a few popping jingle noises, and a rough clatter. The temperature in the room dropped a bit, and suddenly the voice calling up was right beside him.
“That looks awfully uncomfortable. Here, let me help you…” the voice insisted, gentle and feminine. Cornelius panicked and struggled as his legs were tugged downwards. “Take your handsth OFFA me right thisth MINUTE! I’ll FALL! I… I…?!” he spluttered before realizing that his legs were now on the ladder again. “Now now, you’re alright. You just need to climb down. It’s only sixty feet or so. Come on, I’ll hold your hand.” the young lady said gently. “Sixty feet? Oh, ith higher up than I thought. No… No I c-can’t. I can’t do it…” he whimpered in shame.
It was a shock that the person didn’t argue with him at least a little bit. She only sighed and moved away from the Prince, turning to slide down the ladder. There was no sense forcing the issue that way. When he felt that she was no longer beside him, he gulped and clutched hard at the rungs, not sure when, or even IF he would gather the courage to climb back down. Suddenly though, the ladder began to jiggle a bit as though the young woman might be climbing back up.
“There. You don’t have to look down anymore.”
The voice was coming from directly in front of him. He opened his eyes in spite of himself from pure surprise. She had climbed up on the underside of the ladder and was blocking his view of the ground. “Aah! W-what are ya DOING?! You’re gonna get hurt that way!” Cornelius spluttered. She grinned, tossing her long red hair, her freckled nose wrinkling a little. “Then I guess we’d better get down from here, huh? Unless that’s your way of saying you just don’t want to look at me?” she asked sweetly.
Oh, that certainly wasn’t the case. This person must have been the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen; and from the looks of things, very brave. “Ah… W-well… I didn’t thay anything like… b-becasueth why would I n…. uh… I mean, you’re very… “ he stammered incoherently, cut off by her melodic giggling. “Ha ha ha…! You’re cute. Let’s get down from here, alright?” she suggested. Cornelius stifled a giggle of his own and tried his hardest to bite the insides of his cheeks so his smile wouldn’t become any goofier. “Yeth… yeth, I’d like that.”
She called me cute! She… thinks I’m CUTE!
The two slowly moved down the ladder, rung by rung. She asked lots of silly questions to keep him distracted during the descent, so by the time they were on the ground, Cornelius could hardly stand straight from laughing. She smiled brightly back at him and patted his shoulder.
“See? Much better here on the ground with me, right?” she asked.
“Yeth… yeth it ith.” he replied with a shy little smile. It took a moment to regain his regal stature when he saw all of the caramel monsters had been frozen in place by some sort of Ice Potion, but he soon fixed his posture and gave her a charismatic bow. “Thank you for your assthistance.”
The young woman tilted her head to one side in confusion. “Ah… you’re welcome. I’m Emily. Emily Razalya Von Schweetz: the Raspberry Adventuress. And you are?”
“Emily Razalya Von Schweetz?” he repeated. The Prince stared in wide eyed wonder. She didn’t know who he was?
“No no no. That’s MY name. What is YOUR name?” she laughed.
“O-Oh! Ah ha hoo! I’m… Cornelius.” he replied sheepishly. Prince Cornelius Clarence Candy! What’sth the matta with me?!
“Just Cornelius?” Emily asked.
“Ith that bad?” Cornelius winced.
“No, not really. Follow me, I’ll lead you out.” she shrugged, tossing over the legendary item to the Prince as though it hadn’t been worth much at all. A trinket at best.
She didn’t need to tell him twice. Cornelius would have followed that adorable creature anywhere.
And so he would.
Sleeping In
The hard candy clock began to chime sweetly beside the bed to indicate the start of a new day. King Candy groaned and turned over, blatantly ignoring it by covering his head with pillows. The Queen smiled at his immaturity and clicked the alarm off. She gave the King a gentle kiss on the shoulder and tried to rouse him out of sleep, but it was only met with a grumbling protest. He’d specifically opted to not race in the roster challenge last night so that he would be able to sleep in a little after the welcome home ball. The Queen, however, was a morning person, and liked to get in time for snuggling and pillow talk before the day officially began. She made small whining noises and continued to nudge him playfully towards the edge of the bed.
“You’re taking up too much space, honey… Scoot over.” she joked. “Thisth ith a giant bed, Emily. You have a ton of space.” he replied flatly. “Nooooo, I don’t have enough at all! You’re squashing meeeee…” she whined. “I am not. Go back to sleep, darling, ith too early. I love you. Go to sleep.”
When it became evident to the Queen that her husband wasn’t going to get out of bed, Emily sighed as if she’d been defeated and snuggled up behind him. The King purred in contentment. He couldn’t see the slow smile spreading over her face. He could, however, feel when she sneakily began to snake her hand under his pajama shirt.
“Oh… no don’t… pleaseth don’t…” he chuckled into his pillow. The Queen feigned innocence and confusion. “Don’t what? I’m not doing anything. We’re snuggling.” she insisted, though all the while she began to draw little circles with her finger over his chest and belly. He curled against her and grinned, trying his best not to laugh. That would just encourage her. “I justh want to sleep in a little. Can’t you snuggle normally with me-hee?” the King asked as evenly as he could manage. She just rolled her eyes and leaned down to rumble a whisper into his ear. “I can’t understand you. You’re muffling your voice in the pillow, dear. I suppose I’ll have to make a guess at what you’re saying…”
With that, she began to scribble her fingers all over the King’s torso, causing him to thrash and burst into laughter. “Th-that’sth NOT what I thaid!” he shrieked through his giggles. “What’s not what you said?” Emily asked. “I d-didn’t ask you-HOO to t-tickle me-hee-hee!” he insisted. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that last part. You didn’t ask me to what?” she asked, clarifying with a mischievous smile. “T-tickle me!” he repeated. “WELL, if you insist, darling…” the Queen laughed, redoubling her efforts.
“No-ho-ho-HOO! Th-that’sth not fai-hai-hair! Ah ha ha! Sthop! You’re cheating, you’re CHEATING!” he wailed helplessly. “Hmph. What is this, a board game? How can I be cheating? I’m doing exactly what you just told me to do.” Emily argued.
Unable to stand it anymore, King Candy rolled away onto the floor and under the bed. The Queen smirked and stood up to follow him, but was promptly pulled off her feet by a hand swiping at her from the floor. She fell over onto the carpet and glared in confusion at the King. He ignored this and proceeded to drag her legs under the bed to tickle her feet. She squirmed and giggled in protest. “C-Cornelius, no!” she cried. “Ith payback time, I think.” the King called from his little fort under the bed. “B-but I didn’t DO anything, hee hee!” Emily lied, covering her face cutely with one hand. “Oh, you little fibber, you did THO.” King Candy mused. He then pulled her the rest of the way under the bed and the two continued their little war until they were both breathless and ready to call a truce.
The King beamed at his wife, loving the way she was flushed and relaxed beside him. She scooted closer and nuzzled into his neck, and though this was another sensation that make him shudder and giggle involuntarily, he didn’t move away. The Queen slowly trailed kisses along his collarbone, up his neck, behind his ear, across his cheek, and ended with a light peck on his nose. He smiled and pulled her closer, tipping her chin up to ghost over her lips with his own; a prelude to something more passionate. She moved into the kiss and curled her fingers into his hair. The King slowly caressed her shoulder and moved his hand over the soft curve of her back as the kiss prolonged itself, languid and tender. Emily sighed in pleasure and bit down lightly on his bottom lip, nuzzling their noses together and gripping the front of his shirt to pull him on top of her. He gazed down at her lovingly and cupped his hand to her cheek.
“I love you, Emily… tho very much. I’ll neva understand how I got lucky enough to have you in my life.” he whispered gently. She rubbed her face softly against his hand, tousling her wavy red hair and looked up at her husband with half-lidded eyes. “I love you, Cornelius. You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known. And yes, you’re about to get very lucky~”
Maybe sleeping in wasn’t so important after all. This was a very good morning, indeed.