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[Name] [Last Name] has been a baker ever since she could move. Granted when she was able to move, she would be looking for food. Preferably sweets since…well, since they are sweeter. And [Name] just loved sweet treats.
She loved them so much that her father gave her the nickname, sweets. So, she was donned [Name] Sweets [Last Name]. And everyone in the village knew it. And perhaps, the entire kingdom knew it too.
[Name] yawns as she rinses her hands in the clean water of the bowl. The sun is coming up and she has about three hours until she needs to finish her baking for the morning. Her father tasked her with it and [Name] could not have been any more excited. If her father begins to trust her to do the morning pastries, then possibly he will allow her to take over the bakery once and for all. Hopefully.
The nineteen year old woman opens the windows to the kitchen, birds tweeting in the wind. She dons her apron, and walks out of the kitchen. She turns her head, seeing an unopened bag of flour. [Name] lets out a small sigh. It is much bigger than she remembered. She pushes the sleeves of her top up, bending down to left up the heavy sack of flour.
The house that she lives in is quite grand for a baker. However, the space is needed due to their lifestyle. The first floor of their home is the bakery; where they both bake and sell their pastries, sweets and bread. The second and third floor is their living space; containing their bedrooms, bathroom and living room.
[Name] grunts, struggling to lift the flour. If her father finds out about this, she will never hear the end of it. And he will never let her take over the bakery.
"Do you need assistance?" [Name] looks up and she smiles, seeing a very familiar blond.
"Montgomery," she smiles, getting up and allowing him to take the bag for her. "Why does it always seem that you are there whenever I am in need of assistance?"
"I am devoted to helping you," the blond says, picking up the bag with ease and carrying it over his shoulder. [Name] gives him a look as the blond lets out a laugh. "And it will go…?"
"Come," [Name] beckons him into the kitchen. He follows her, watching as the woman moves a bowl from a wooden platform. "You may place it here," He does so, racking a hand through his golden blond hair. [Name] watches as the golden sunlight catches his hair and she turns her face away to hide her smile. “I assume that you are here for a treat,”
"Sweets, I fear you might know my habits far too well,"
"It is only due to the fact that you are insatiable for all items sweet," The blond watches as [Name] reach for something in one of the cupboards. He lets out a small laugh, leaning against the door.
She did not lie. Not that [Name] is known for lying. Even since she has been able to remember, this very attractive tall blond male has been coming to her family’s bakery. The first time they had met, [Name] had been aged four. Montgomery had been aged five. He watched her bake with her father and when she spotted him, she forced him to bake with her and then stuffed sweet treats and fruits in his mouth.
Jeremiah, [Name]’s adoptive father, was very much concerned for the young blond child who had appeared out of nowhere. But the young boy would not tell them his family name. Or anything to do with family. All that [Name] and Jeramiah were certain of is that Montgomery does have a family and that he is safe with them.
“That is true,” he admits, [Name] turning to him and giving him a pair of cinnamon buns that she kept for him. She made them at moonrise yesterday. And thank goodness she made them in time. "I thank thee,"
"There is not need a need to," [Name] smiles, the two hitting their pastries together before eating. Well, Montgomery eats whilst [Name] nibbles a tiny bit before placing it down on a plate. She gets a knife from the drawer and cuts a bit of the sack of flour.
"And pray tell, what are we making today?" Montgomery questions, resting his chin on [Name]’ shoulder. Very gently, [Name] takes a scoop of flour and scatters it on the table she’s standing in front of.
"Oh? You wish to help me this time?" [Name] questions, taking in his minty scent. Montgomery hums, rubbing his forehead into her shoulder. [Name] is unsure as to why he does this. But she does not mind it. "I do wish to make a pastry involving blueberries,"
"And what is the occasion?"
"Must there be a need for one?"
"I suppose not," Montgomery mutters, giving [Name] as squeeze as he wraps his arms around her waist. "Do you wish to get the berries at this very moment?"
[Name] hums, looking around the bakery. It would not be wise to do that. Especially since she must be making all the pastries that need to be sold today. She must try and make a higher profit than her father. But, going on a wonder with Montgomery would be rather fun.
"Perhaps, but we must make haste," [Name] says, dusting her hands on her apron. Montgomery makes skillful work of her apron, [Name] giving him a look as he sticks out his tongue. "You harlot,"
"You accuse me? After I just assisted you?" Montgomery questions, [Name] hanging up her apron. "You are rather cruel,"
"And yet, you still come to my bakery," [Name] smirks, giving the blonde over her shoulder as she walks out of the kitchen. Montgomery laughs, wiping the side of his lip, making his way after her.
"I do hope that you are not feasting on all those berries," [Name] says to Mongomery, watching as the blonde has blueberry juice dribbling down his chin. She trusts that Montgomery is telling her the truth that he is safe with his family but it does not seem that he eats a lot of sweet treats. [Name] is worried, but she does not mind feeding him her sweets. "You pig,"
"I do not know about that," Montgomery says, wiping his lip with his knuckle before licking away the juice. He has gotten his white shirt dirty. Not that he is bothered by it. "Pigs are quite cute…in a selective point of view,"
[Name] rolls her eyes at the blond, taking a few more berries from the brush. Her basket is piling up. Perhaps, she should get some bluebells so that she can decorate the pastries she will make.
The baker puts the basket down next to the bush, getting on her knees as she looks for the blue, or violet as others would say, flowers.
"Are you looking for these?" Montgomery questions, [Name] sitting up and looking at him. He has been sent from the heavens. He must have been. Not a single individual is that perfect.
[Name] smiles, Montgomery getting on his knees as he gives her the bouquet of blueberries. She takes them gently, their fingers touching each other for a moment. [Name]’s eyes dilate as she looks at him before looking down at the flowers.
"I do think that it is enough berries," Montgomery comments, standing up and brushing his knees. "Shall we return to the-"
"We shall not," [Name] says, interrupting him. The blond blinks, waiting for her to speak. Because he knows that she has more to say. "We shall relax for a moment," [Name] turns towards the creek, watching the birds fly past as the wind whistles past them. Montgomery smiles, sitting back down and next to her.
Her being the woman of his dreams. The woman Montgomery wants to spend the rest of his life with. But he is scared of that not being able to happen.
"I enjoy your presence," [Name] tells Montgomery, making him heart beat speed up and his smile appear.
"You do?" He hums, trying to act calm and collected. "I knew you enjoyed my presence,"
[Name] scoffs, pushing his shoulder. And Montgomery allows himself to be pushed into the lake. And in he goes. [Name] stands up with a shriek, dropping the flowers.
"I did not mean to push you!” [Name] shouts, watching as the blond peeks his head up from the lake. “Well, I-I did," she admits, not noticing the blond getting closer to her. "But, not into the lake!"
"Well then," Montgomery starts, taking his hand and wrapping it around [Name]’s ankle. [Name] looks down in horror. “I suppose you will just have to join me,”
[Name] screams out in joy or fear as Montgomery drags her into the lake, the girl floating back to the top and taking a gasp of air. Montgomery laughs, [Name] huffing and splashing water towards his direction.
"You rake!" she laughs, throwing more water into his direction. Montgomery tries to cover his face, defending himself from [Name]’s water attacks but he cannot stop laughing. "You are never allowed to…allowed…"
Montgomery looks at [Name], confused. What is wrong? Did he upset her? Was this not amusing? Did he take it too far?
"Sweets, are you quite alright?" He moves forward in the water, [Name] moving backwards. "Sweets?" he questions gently. Why is she not speaking? Why has the joy fallen from her face? She motions to his shoulder, Montgomery looking downwards.
His shirt. It was foolish of him to listen to Morro. Of course, his cousin had given him a light shirt. His shirt has been soaked through. His family tattoo. It is possible to see. The shape of a dragon.
"Sweets," he whispers, reaching out for her. [Name] shakes her head, reaching backwards. She sees him. The true him. The prince of the kingdom. The son of the Dragon. The prince who is a dragon himself.
Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon. The heir to the throne.