What age did your parents give you the talk?
You know THE talk? About Santa not being real?
It seems easy right?
But what if I told you, Santa existed?
And what if I told you he was a young, hot and unapologetically prideful man.
Well, come on in...
A cold gust of frosty air induced me to wake from my peaceful slumber. I lifted myself from the warmth of my covers before stepping down from the height of the bed. I knew I had a long day ahead of me. There were only 4 days left before the banquet and there was still so much to do.
I had been studying the laws of their land and making sure I was familiar with all their foreign customs but I still felt so underprepared. (remember, Wyter came to spend 2 weeks in the N Pole trying to prep)
Well, there was no use in worrying. Maybe I could find Nick and ask him for help? He had been so busy with work lately, we barely had time to interact. Maybe after breakfast I could find him?
I moved to the bathroom to groom and see a note taped the mirror. It was from.... Nick?
"Hey Wyn, I'm off to earth again for a meeting. I'll see you tonight at dinner. Don't forgot to study the scrolls and memorize the customs. Nick C."
I crushed the note into a thick ball and threw it into the bathtub in rage. Why did I expect Nick to even help me? He was always busy on earth with his stupid obligations and meetings. I looked into the frosty mirror, rubbing my cheek where Nick once touched them...
Last night was... I mean... we almost kissed. I knew I was developing feelings for him but tried my hardest to supress them. We were too similar. He was devoted to work and so was I. When would we have time for each other? We would never work.
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I slipped into a a shimery green dress that hugged me in all the right places. Nick urged me to dress more appropriately so the people wouldn't catch onto my humanistic background. The tailor's palm lingered against my back as she made the last few adjustments.
I made a mental note to take the info of the seamstress responsible for making my clothes. She was so skilled. She tapped my shoulders, signaling me to go.
"Thank You..." I say through an appreciative grin.
"Jolly... your majesty" she smiled above the rim of her spectacles, introducing herself finally. She was so nice, I always forgot to ask for her name after our cheery conversations. A few taps of powder and rouge and I was ready for the day.
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"Princess Wynter" a servant bowed.
"Good morning Princess" another guard bowed and grinned.
Each servant and guard greeted me, showing me their utmost respect. I greeted them accordingly and continued to make my way down the crystal staircase that decorated the main hall. As I come down to the spacious foyer of the palace, I see Mrs. Claus walking down the path adjacent to mine.
NO! NOT TODAY!
I didn't want to see her, especially after the cake tasting fiasco. I couldn't bare to face her again!
I turned on my heel and bent down to tie the imaginary lace on my stilettos.
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