The Frog

Queen Aridelle's News

  It had already been a week since Sorin began his stay with Ambrose and his family and Ambrose had certainly been suffering. He was already busy with duties in the kingdom, settling unnecessary disputes between families, visiting with farmers and making plans for an upcoming party, one of the biggest annual celebrations of the kingdom.

     Ambrose would need to visit the farmers, checking if they had the food needed and the funds to grow said food, he would need to see several seamstresses and tailors to get costumes ready for his family and those who couldn't afford such extravagant clothing. The gates to the castle would most definitely be open to the public, everyone who wanted to be there would be welcomed inside, even gifted with food and, if they chose to, the costumes to match the vibrancy of the party. Even with all these activities, there was much more to do, and the amount of time to see to everything was shrinking. The pressure coming from Sorin to do well on his studies was of no help to him, doubling the stress.

     As Ambrose thought of all this he laid in bed, staring up at his ceiling. He wondered what time it was. It felt like years since he had laid himself down to rest for the night but he just couldn't will himself to sleep. Thoughts of his studies, tests, the party he was just given the responsibility of hosting this year for the first time, his soon to be arranged marriage just flooded his head, it felt as if they were spilling from his ears.

     Remembering Weylin was right outside his door made Ambrose's thought slow just slightly, gently shifting to the features of Weylin's face. Soft dimples, dark brown eyes, shaded sandy hair. His rumbling voice reverberated through Ambrose's head, making him dizzy.

     "Stop," Ambrose scolded himself quietly. "We don't have time for this."

     Ambrose twisted onto his side, huffing to himself. He had too much to plan and prepare for, he didn't have time to think of Weylin. Things would have to change if he was to take on the role of king some day. He couldn't have feelings for anyone, especially since he was to marry the girl he'd met only weeks prior.

     He would have to forget about his feelings towards Weylin. The never ending day dreaming of Weylin's boisterous laughter, of his comforting, safe aura would have to end. Ambrose felt tears prickling his eyes at the thought of needing to move forward from Weylin, the realization that whatever he wished he could have with this man could never come to pass, it was just never meant to be. Ambrose was born into a royal family and it was his responsibility to take on whatever came with it whether he had asked for it or not.

     As tears pooled at the side of Ambrose's head, wetting his pillow, he didn't even realize how he had nestled himself into his sheets and covers, rocking his body as a comfort to himself until he had lulled himself to sleep.

     What seemed like moments later, the sun was staring angrily into Ambrose's puffy eyes. It was as if the large star was screaming at him to wake up, and who was he to disobey? Ambrose sat up, his head aching from his silent crying the night before. He sat in bed, wishing to stay and sleep until he couldn't sleep any more. Instead, he swung his legs over the side, wobbling to his vanity, staring at himself in the mirror.

     "What's happened to you..." He mumbled, crouching down until his forehead hit the edge of the table, staying there until he heard footsteps outside his door, straightening himself faster than he could blink. He splashed water in his face from the bowl on his table begging the puffiness of his eyes to settle. There came a knock at the door.

     "Uh, your highness?" Weylin's voice wafted through the cracks of the door. "There's a frog out here. Is he supposed to be here?" Ambrose cursed at his ceiling, opening the door swiftly so as not to show Weylin his puffy eyes, still irritated from blinking tears away. He swooped up the monster amphibian and attempted twisting his body to get back into his room as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, he miscalculated the distance of his body from the wall and collided his head with the door frame hard enough to rattle his teeth, a large knot forming on his forehead.