The Frog

The Apple Blossom Celebration

     The Apple Blossom Celebration! The kingdom's way of welcoming the spring time with open arms, music and delicious food. Ambrose slipped on his costume for the night, testing the waters with a design of his own. White trousers, decorated with embroidered flowers and leaves, climbing up the sides of his legs. A vest to cling to his form, colored a soft red to match the few blossoms among the flowers on his trousers, tightened in the back like a corset over his shirt.

     This alone wouldn't cause much scandal, however, Ambrose wasn't finished. A red, sheer train dragged behind him, a loop on the edge to wrap around his finger during dances. More embroidered blossoms and leaves littered the very ends of the train, complimenting the others on his trousers.

     Finally, the one thing that could change everyone's opinion on him in just a glance. On his vanity sat kohl and various colored powders to decorate his features. He sat and took a breath, he'd done this several times before he'd just never been seen and that was what he was so frightened of. The more he thought of the risks, the more he felt as though he couldn't go through with what he'd planned.

     Without knocking, Sorin wandered through the door, Weylin reaching for him.

     "You can't do that!" Weylin growled, rolling his eyes.

     "You should find a better guard, Ambrose," Sorin rested his hands on Ambrose's shoulders, leaning down until his lips brushed against Ambrose's ear. "I got past no problem." He smiled, running a hand through the back of the boy's hair.

     "My apologies Weylin, it seems as though Sorin doesn't understand boundaries." Ambrose sighed, his body stiffening in response to the hand in his hair.

    "I'll leave you two." Weylin couldn't bring himself to stay while Sorin was around. He was aware of what this damned tutor could do even with Weylin watching. He'd rather only know of the actions taking place in the room behind him than be there to watch it happen.

     "I'm sorry Weylin. Go get ready for the party, I'll be fine on my own." Ambrose sent an apologetic smile to Weylin before the guard nodded and closed the door behind him.

     "Now, what's all this?" Sorin reached over Ambrose's shoulder for the kohl and powders to inspect them.

     "It's none of your business." Ambrose spat, smacking Sorin's hand away.

     "A little fiery tonight are we?" Sorin gripped Ambrose's jaw.

     "Would you leave me alone? I have a party to host and I'm not ready yet. You're not even dressed yet, why don't you go do something with yourself." Ambrose pushed his chair back, shoving Sorin until he was an acceptable distance away.

     Sorin stepped back, glaring at Ambrose through the mirror.

     "What's gotten into you?" He straightened his vest. "You're usually like putty in my hands at the slightest touch, such a sensitive little thing."

     "I'm occupied right now Sorin."

     Sorin rolled his eyes.

     "We will be talking later." Sorin left the room, closing the door behind him.

     Ambrose took a breath, taking the colored powders, gliding them across his eyelids with a paint brush. Anything softer would have been so much more comfortable but Ambrose didn't have the time to be picky. He was soft with the colors, not wanting such contrasting colors to strain his guests' eyes. Just light reds and greens, his eyelashes coated in white after he drew kohl across his waterline.