Evening had fallen over LazyTown and in the home of Mayor Meanswell, his niece Stephanie invited her friends over for a sleepover. Ziggy, Pixel, Stingy, Trixie and Stephanie were all having a blast, dancing and playing video games. Soon enough sleep was compelling them to their sleeping bags. However they found themselves still too riled to fall asleep.
“How about a bedtime story to help us fall asleep faster?” suggested Ziggy.
“That’s a great idea, Ziggy.” Stephanie agreed;”Only what kind of story do we all want?”
All the friends were soon back and forth on what story they all wanted to hear, however their bickering must have been too loud because they heard a voice announce itself from the doorway.
“Oh my children, what's with all the commotion?”
“Sorry Uncle Milford, we just can’t decide on a story to help us fall asleep.”
“Oh. Well what were you all looking for in a story?”
As the kids all voiced what they wanted Mayor Meanswell was getting overwhelmed. Now normally the Mayor would have called for Sportacus’ help, but a look at the clock indicated that the hero of Lazytown was surely asleep by now.
Mayor Meanswell racked his brain and suddenly he remembered something that might just do the trick.
“One moment children, I’ll be right back.”
Exiting the room and rummaging around the hallway closet the children were puzzled about what the Mayor could be retrieving. After a few minutes, Mayor Meanswell returned with an old, dusty hardcover book which he proceeded to dust off.
“Ah yes, this story should definitely do the trick. You know my grandparents used to read me this story a long time ago to help me sleep, so I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as well.”
“What’s the title of the story, Uncle Milford?”
“The Fae Prince, my dear. A story about love, action, revenge and fantasy.”
Mayor Meanswell moved over to his comfy armchair where he settled on and opened the book to begin the story.
“Robin, a tall black haired man with stormy grey eyes, lived with his grandfather on a secluded farm in the land of Akreyri. Robin enjoyed the solitude of his grandfather’s farm where he reveled in inventing and riding his horse, but Robin’s favorite pastime was tormenting the blond, muscular blue eyed, farm boy Alexander.
“Farm boy.” Robin called.
“Please see to it that my saddle is polished, I want to see my reflection on it.”
The reply irked Robin because no matter what order he gave Alexander, he never got riled up. With a muffled ‘thank you’ Robin stomped away completely missing the small smile forming on Alexander’s face.
As time passed Robin continued to give Alexander orders and his reply would still be the same. It soon dawned on Robin that when Alexander responded with “As you wish” what he really meant to say was “I love you.” Robin soon found himself becoming attracted to the muscular Alexander and soon found himself falling in love with him.
One day as Robin was working in his makeshift kitchen. Alexander entered with wood for the fireplace, however before his foot stepped over the threshold of the door to the outside, Robin heralded; “Farm Boy”
Alexander turned to face Robin, a stotic look upon his face. Robin looked around for anything for Alexander to do until his eyes landed on what he was looking for.
“Can you hand me that pitcher up there?”
Alexander slowly strode forward and reached to remove the pitcher from the hook above Robin, then handing it delicately to Robin, he gently replied;
Robin lightly blushed, giving a small smile to Alexander to which he returned.
It was after that moment that Alexander and Robin grew closer together and thus shared a part of themselves that the other trusted to keep secret.
Alexander had revealed himself to be an elf, who traveled far seeking his brother, who he hadn’t seen in years. His search halted when he found work on Robin’s grandfather's farm and had come to fall in love with Robin. Robin in turn revealed himself as a fae who was placed in his grandfather’s care along with a cousin, who supposedly was his only surviving relative, but he too had also faded into obscurity.
“I swear to you, Robin. Together we will make our family whole again.”
Alexander vowed while gently taking hold of Robin’s hands. Hearing his proposal and staring into Alexander’s blue eyes, Robin clearly saw the truth and devotion of his words and without a second thought displayed his wings to him. Alexander stood in shock and awe for he knew that in fae customs displaying of the wings meant Robin chose him as his life partner.
Robin blushed while beaming a sincere smile, while Alexander did the same as he put his hand on Robin’s cheek guiding Robin’s head towards him to share their first kiss….
Mayor Meanswell paused in his storytelling, surprised by the children’s sound of disgust.
“Oh children, is there a problem with the story?”
“No Uncle Milford, it’s just you said this story would have action and stuff.”
“Yet we’re just hearing about them kissing” injected Stingy; “Is this going to be a kissing book?”
Before the children could protest, Mayor Meanswell reassured them with a wave of his hand; “ Now children, be patient this story is at the beginning. It will get better, believe me. Now where did I leave off?” Mayor Meanswell then turned to the next page and continued…
Alexander had no money for marriage and with his brother still out there he had come to the decision to strike out on his own to find work and hopefully along his travels reunite with his brother. For Robin, this would be the toughest farewell after the loss of his grandfather. As the two shared a last loving embrace, Robin couldn’t help but to ask;
“I fear I’ll never see you again.”
“How can you be so positive?” Robin frustratedly said, eyes wavering with tears.
Alexander placed his hand upon Robin’s cheek guiding him down to stare at his blue eyes, so calm and reassuring.
“Hear this now, I will always come back for you.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“This is true love. Do you think this happens everyday?”
Alexander and Robin shared one last embrace and a chaste kiss before Alexander departed. Unfortunately, Alexander never made it to his destination. His ship was attacked by the Dread Pirate Robert, who left no prisoner alive.
When Robin heard news of Alexander’s demise. He became a recluse, shutting himself in his room for days with neither food nor drink. As Robin stared at the roaring fire from his chair, he silently vowed;
“I will never love nor display my wings again.”