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Once Upon A Time

//2016//

"I am a prince!"

"I am a witch!"

They both stared at each other in astonishment.

"That was not quite what I had in mind when I presumed we both have the same secret and should reveal it to each other."

"A prince?!", Brett only repeated, clearly distraught, "what does that mean?"

"As in..", Eddy struggled with his words, a blush creeping on his face, "well, back home, I am a bit of a roy-...wait, a witch?"

"Yeah", Brett confirmed easily as if it'd be the most normal thing, "but like, what do you mean royal?"

"This whole conversation is such a mess", Eddy sighed, dragging his hand over his face and hopping off the hood of the car.

"No, wait, for real, what royal family?"

"What does it matter?"

"Maybe my family cursed yours."

"What?"

Eddy stared at him.

"You go around cursing people?"

"Of course not, I am trying to get you to talk about this prince-thing. And now come back."

With more force than probably necessary, Brett slapped his hand on the hood of the car, indicating for Eddy to get back sitting next to him.

"So, the prince-thing", he continued as if this wasn't the weirdest shit that has ever happened to him (and he was a witch after all), "what is it about?"

"It's not a thing", Eddy pouted, but with a sigh, did actually sit back down.

"Our royal line goes back for three hundred years."

"Well, I win."

Eddy looked over in surprise.

"Witching blood going back for five hundred years."

And on that note, Brett handed him a beer and they cheered to that.

//2021//

"One day, this will get old."

"But until then, I will thoroughly enjoy it."

"Just tell your parents, I'll drop by every once in a while. It's not like you're not allowed to have friends over."

"This is so much more fun though", Eddy grinned, while helping Brett climb through the window. Who fell flat on his arse, a laughing Eddy pulling him up.

"And it's such a hassle to announce you're coming, clearing it with security, getting protocol on their toes, my mother making a fuss with the cooks..-"

"Yeah, your life sounds like a total misery. Is that a new Rolex I see on your arm?"

It was true.

Comparing them next to each other, they were stark contrasts.

Brett's washed-out hoodie, with the black shirt and the skinny jeans he had been wearing for years (it wasn't that he couldn't afford any better, he just couldn't be arsed).

And then there was Eddy. Prince Eddy, that was. Tailored suits, silk pyjamas, designer handbags and an unforgivable weakness for Rolexes.

He never heard the end of it.