The Royal Life (Milarion one shots)

Chapter 28:

"Milori! Will you stop watching me!?" Clarion asked annoyed as she wiped of the counter. Milori walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Luv, everything will be fine. You can stop cleaning." Milori grabbed the small rag from her hands. "We don't know that so we? I want your parents to like me!" Clarion exclaimed grabbing the rag back from him. "Clarion, stop worrying! They are going to love you. There isn't anything to not love about you!" Milori told her as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Milori, what are you going to say? Hi, this is Clarion. My girlfriend who I have been with basically since I was 16, while you two were off ruling over other lands." Milori lightly laughed, "Yeah, something like that. They already know about you." Clarion rolled her eyes, "Really? You told them i'm the fairy queen?"

"Of course I have, Ree," Milori rolled his eyes while answering. Clarion was nervously pacing around the room. "Well, atleast she stopped cleaning," Milori thought to himself. "Clarion, calm down. The worst thing that could happen is they want you as their daughter instead of me as their son." Clarion sighed a laugh. He walked towards his stressed out girlfriend. Clarion stopped pacing and stood looking at him. Milori wrapped an arm around her waist. "They'll love you," Milori promised. "Almost as much as you love me?" Clarion sarcastically asked. "No. Not at all. No one can come near that," Milori truthfully told her.

Clarion let out a slight smile. She didn't know why she was so nervous. She hadn't been this nervous feeling in what felt like forever. "Okay....I'm still going to clean though," Clarion plainly stated. Milori rolled his eyes. "Okay, what should I do?" he asked. "Nothing. I don't like when you clean." "What!? Why!?" Milori exclaimed. "When you clean it looks worse then before," Clarion smirked walking up the stairs to their room. Milori stood with his mouth open. He watched Clarion walk towards their room. "Close your mouth, you look like a codfish," Clarion yelled from the doorway of their room. Milori rolled his eyes and walked off. Clarion was in their room making the bed. "Where is that other pillow...." Clarion mumbled to herself. She looked around the halfway cleaned room and found it in the corner of the room. "How did it get over here?" Clarion asked herself, "Oh-" She grabbed the fluffy pillow and put it on the freshly made bed. She stood back and admired the spotless room. She began to wonder what time his parents were even supposed to be here. They didn't get an exact time. She walked out of the room to go find Milori.

Milori was downstairs. "I'm a great cleaner. What is she talking about?" Milori mumbled to himself. He was basically walking in circles. Clarion wouldn't let him do anything else. Milori was about to start to see how many snowflakes he could make in a minute when there was a knock on the door. Milori smiled and opened it. "Milori!" Lady Eira yelled happily. She rushed in and hugged her son. Milori looked at his dad while his mom hugged him. "Hi mum," Milori smiled. His mom pulled away and looked him up and down. "Well, your in one piece," she commented. Lord Colden walked inside. "For the most part," Milori joked. "That's okay. Wings are over rated anyways," Colden responded. "Where is she!?" Eira anxiously asked, but as soon as she said that Clarion walked out of their room. She didn't notice right away. She put a strand of her hair back into her bun. And looked up. Clarion saw Milori's parents standing down the stairs. Clarion sheepishly smiled.

Eira and Colden were in shock at how beautiful she was. Her sapphire eyes were brighter than a thousand stars. *Insert casualy outfit here* "Oh my gosh! She is gorgeous!" Eira exclaimed, it was more of a yell though. "I know," Milori responded. Clarion blushed, "Thank you." She started to walk down the stairs. Both of the parents were aww struck. They were watching Clarions every move. Milori was watching both Clarion and his parents. Clarion felt nervous again. She stepped down the last stair and smiled at his parents. "Hello," Clarion smiled at them. "Hi!" Eira happily smiled back. "Pleasure to meet you," Colden smiled. Milori just stood there watching the interactions. "I'm Eira," she told her calmly. "I'm Colden," he told her. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Clarion," She smiled, although they already knew her name. "And I'm Milori!"

Clarion rolled her eyes at him, "Thats your name? Thanks for the reminder, I forgot it." "It's easy to forget his name. You, however it's quite impossible," Eira told her. "I hardly doubt that," Clarion humbly said. Eira wrapped her arm around Clarions and took her to the couch in the living room. She sat down and practically pulled Clarion down. "Guess we are following them," Colden told his son. Milori and his father sat across from them. "So, Clarion tell me about yourself! Non of that royalty nonsense," Eira said. "Let the interrogation begin," Milori mumbled. Clarion slightly laughed, "Well, what exactly about me? I'm not that interesting." Milori's mother looked shocked. "Dear, you are the queen of all fairies. From the legends I have heard about you, you are the most interesting fairy ever." "I believe that falls under "Royalty nonsense," Colden responded to his wife. "Oh shush."

"Most of my life is royal nonsense. Comes with the title," Clarion sarcastically said. Milori gasped and looked offended, "Excuse me!? What am I!?" Clarions eyes grew wide and she smiled, "That's one of the more interesting stories." Eira smiled, "Well! Tell us that one! When did you meet!?" "We were both 17. A few weeks before our coronations," Clarion answered. "You two were dating when we still lived here!?" Clarion and Milori nodded. "Well, I wish we knew!" she exclaimed. "Dear, they were only dating for a few weeks. We left a few days after his coronation to go to other kingdoms after all," Colden interfered. "Okay, do go on." Clarion looked at her. "Well, we dated till we were over 21." The mom sympathetically smiled. Every fairy in all of neverland knew the story of Milori breaking his wings. Which led to them needing to say goodbye.

"How did you break your wings again?" Colden plainly asked. Eira face palmed, "Colden, how did you forget that!?" Clarion pressed her lips together and faked a smile. "I feel so important right now," Milori joked. "I'm sorry, I can't keep track of everything that happens to you. That's why you have Clarion now," Colden responded. "I feel so important," Clarion joked. Everyone laughed while looking at Colden. There was a slight silence for a moment. "But actually...I forgot....." Colden mumbled. "Dear! The story is all over Neverland! Want me to tell you?" Eira exclaimed to her clueless husband. "No. I want to hear it first handed from them," He answered. They both looked towards Clarion and Milori.

Clarion bittersweetly smiled. Milori gave her a look, he knew she didn't like telling that story. No matter how many times he told her it wasn't her fault, she still felt guilty. Milori cleared his throat, "Well, long story short. Clarion got attacked by a hawk. She was knocked unconscious. So, I crossed and took her to the infirmary. She lived but I broke my wings." "Thank the lord you crossed, I don't know what Neverland would do without its Queen," Colden responded. Milori looked towards Clarion. She was staring at the floor avoiding eye contact. Milori looked back at his father and started a conversation. Eira nudged Clarion and whispered, "It wasn't your fault." Clarion looked at her and responded, "Thats what everyone says. Still doesn't feel any different." Milori heard as did Colden. They both pretended not too.

Eira turned and looked at Colden. "Milori, your father wanted you to show him the frost forest. Be a dear and take him?" Eira asked. Milori looked at her confused. Colden looked just as confused. "Uh, I did say that," Colden agreed. "Okay, well I guess I can take you." Milori stood up and walked towards Clarion. He leaned down and kissed her lightly. Before leaning fully away he whispered, "Don't worry, luv. She isn't that scary." Clarion whispered back, "Actually I rather like her." Milori smiled and walked towards the door where his father was waiting. "Have fun!" Eira yelled at both of them. Milori waved and both of them walked out the door.

As soon as it shut Eira turned and looked at Clarion. "Dear, why do you feel so guilty about it still?" Eira asked kindly. Clarion sighed, "It was my fault. I wasn't able to fight off the hawk because of that I was knocked unconscious. He crossed and broke his wings saving me." Eira looked at Clarion and put her hand on the side of Clarions face. Clarion was taken somewhat back by this. She didn't have a mother who would pay attention to her. Let alone comfort her. "Dear, he chose to cross. It was his decision. You didn't ask him too." Clarion bittersweetly smiled. She had a point. Eira could tell she still felt guilty. No one could ever change that. Eira put her hands down, "May I ask you something." Clarion nodded, "Of course." Eira took a breath, "If Milori were put into the same incident would you have crossed? If the roles were reversed would you have saved him?" Without giving it a second thought Clarion answered, "Of course I would." "Even if it meant breaking your wings?" Eira raised her eyes looking at her. "Yes. It's not even a question," Clarion answered. Eira smiled at her. "And would you want Milori to feel guilty about it?" Clarion shook her head. "No.... I wouldn't...." she somewhat quietly answered.

(This is part 1. Part 2 will be published soon)