The Unseen Prince

Connect the dots you stupid-.... "Prince" righttt

The prince's lips curled into a frown, his body freezing up while in the middle of leaning over to collect the flowers. Klee studied his odd behavior from behind where she subconsciously began to shift awkwardly on the log. Klee had never intended on upsetting the prince- the person who had only shown affection and selflessness thus far for her own benefit, yet she couldn't help the fear pooling in the bottom of her stomach. She had done something wrong or at least she thought which was enough to set her on edge. Would he fight and yell for what felt like hours just as Jean and Lisa always had around her? Would he hurt her or lose his temper? Would he hate her and never play with her again? These thoughts came to an abrupt halt as a small white flower had slipped out of the Prince's hand. Klee watched as he fully knelt down and retrieved some spiky, dark blue, berry thing that she could only assume was a Wolfhook. The thing was about the size of her head- if Razor had not told the young girl that it was a berry then she would have assumed it was just a weird ball.

His hand gingerly grazed over one of the huge spikes before fully gripping onto the Wolfhook, blood pooling in his palm as the spikes penetrated his scarred skin. Klee flinched at the mere sight of it whereas the person actually being harmed showed no physical reaction. Razor turned around before walking over to the stunned elf. For a second she was stunned by the prince's smile before she caught herself staring and turned her body away from him, crossing her arms and hunching over. Klee heard a soft chuckle before an elongated creek coming from the log beside her, it made her stiffen up more. "What's wrong?.. Razor scare you?" She heard the prince ask seemingly absentmindedly as if he wasn't even expecting an answer from her. The young girl slightly turned her head to catch a glimpse of the prince. She saw he still had a small smile plastered across his lips while he worked on something in his hands, her eyes fell to his bloodied hands where he was intentionally forcing the spikes further into his palms. This shook Klee up in an instant, "Wah-? Razor don't hurt yourself! Klee didn't mean it like that- why? Why are you doing this?!", she shouted at the hesitant male. He himself looked over at her with his smile falling to a frown, noticing how upset she was. Her little fists balled up in her lap, her eyes formed half moons with the amount of tears building up within them, and of course she had broke down and completely faced him. The prince was simply confused with how panicked Klee was, he didn't understand what the problem was. "I'm... sorry? He only try to open.. Razor- oh, show you." His gaze fixated on the spiky berry once again, he tightened his grip and tore it in half with an audible crack. Klee looked down at the Wolfhook where she saw the contents of it spilling out onto the grass below where it was being held. Blood smudged over the fruit of the berry but Razor still offered it to the girl. "...Of course blood isn't usually on fruit but- Razor's hand and all. Anyway, Klee want try?" Klee wearily looked up at him in anticipation before breaking out into sweet laughter. His lips returned to a neutral smile as he watched Klee slowly return to her old self, a heartwarming sight.

The prince slowly moved the berry to the younger girl's lips so she wouldn't touch the thorns. Klee's laughter slowly came to a stop and she carefully took a bite from the juicy contents of the berry. It tasted... bitter! So bitter in fact that the child suddenly gagged and coughed, it had a similar taste to that of unripe blueberries- something she had experienced when a women had visited her home some odd years ago. She was much younger but still vividly remembers the taste, biting into a cake made by the women only to taste clumps of flower and the complementary blueberries which were as sour as lemons. It was an experience she would never forget- after all, that women was discussing her mother's passport to the Inazuman Empire- a purple haired woman who is now currently waging war with Krouvarid over their ideology of Freedom. Klee could never forget those violet eyes, remembering how many months were spent desperately attempting and failing to convince her mother, Alice, to let her dye her hair purple to be just like that woman. Now that she thought of it, the woman, in some ways, acted similarly to Razor in the sense of how confused they often sound when speaking about what would be considered normal every day appliances, 'At least big brother Razor knows how to actually cook...', she thought to herself. Klee must have been silent for some time now because Razor was looking at her with a twisted expression. "..-I'm okay, Big brother. Hey... You can stop staring now..." Yet the prince didn't budge, actually he had begun to slowly stand up as if he was trying to be cautious.