Maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea. You should have stayed with your mom.
This garden's basically a maze. One wrong move and you'll be lost forever. The trees are too tall and the size of these flowers are just ridiculous.
Your companion isn't much of help either.
"Do you have to? What if you fall?" He's stubborn, barely understand what he's told and he acts like a baby. Even though he's seven.
"I won't fall. Just watch. I'll climb this tree like Spider-Man!"
"Spider-Man shoots webs . You don't. Your mom's not gonna like it if you get hurt." Your message enters one ear and out the other. So much for warning him.
He grabs a branch and pulls his body up. You decide maybe it's better to sit down and watch from a safe distance. As you plop on the grass, you can't help but gaze at your surroundings.
All you can see are rows of flowers and trees everywhere.
"Oops."
"What's wrong?"
"My shirt's stuck."
"Can you free yourself?"
"Of course, I can. Just wait."
You puff your cheeks in annoyance, slightly worried that he's holding on with one hand and trying pry his shirt free.
He's taking his sweet time and you're standing above a thin thread of patience.
You want out of here. And that boy's your ticket out this maze. Since he lives here, it's expected that he knows this area like the back of his hand.
One second he's hanging on a branch and the next, he's on the ground grasping the base of his foot.
"Ah!" That wasn't a generous fall. He starts crying from the pain coming from his leg and you don't know what to do. It's not like you can fetch someone. By the time you find the exit of the maze, it would already be night time.
"A-are you okay?"
He shakes his head, unable to stop his trails of tears. Patches of blood can be seen on his arm but that discomfort he's feeling on his ankle's distracting him from the nasty sight.
"I told you this was a bad idea. You should have listened to me."
"Mommy!" He wails in pure agony. You presses your palms against your ears, recovering from the sudden outburst.
This wouldn't have happened had he listened to you. None of this would have happened had you stayed with your mom and played with your dolls.
Now look where you're both at. It doesn't take long before someone comes rushing into the scene. It was none other than your mother. But she isn't alone. Behind her, an elegant woman clad in a summer dress comes waltzing in. A look of concern paints her face as she goes to her son's side.
"Kookie." She glides inspecting hands across his little body but when her fingers graze his ankle, he winces in pain. "Someone get a doctor. Quickly."
She scoops her boy intro her arms and quickly rushes him back to the palace, followed courtiers.
The entire time, you and your mom watch silently as the concerned parent disappear behind the bushes.
There's a frown on your lips. You knew it was dangerous but you didn't try to stop him.
Well you did but you should have tried harder.
When they're gone, your mother looks you in the eyes and asks. "What happened?"
"I told him he'd fall if he continued climbing. But he didn't listen."
"Hmm.. What's important is that you warned him. It's not your fault that he's hurt. So smile for mommy?"
You give her what she wants and she pinches your cheek lovingly.
"My Y/n, so adorable." She can't help but coo. Taking your hand, mother leads you back to the palace and into the empty living room.
You're told to play with your stuff toy as you wait for them to come.
"Oh boy. It's a good thing we decided to take a walk in the garden if not, I didn't even want to imagine what would have happened to Kookie. Y/n, sweetie, are you okay? Kookie didn't annoy you or anything right? He can be such a handful sometimes."
Her gorgeous eyes makes you blush. "He didn't annoy me."
She sighs in relief and takes the couch across from you. After taking a sip from her coffee, she noticed a head poking at the entrance of the living room and ushers for the boy to join then.
"Are you okay baby?"
The latter nods his head, giving her a pouty lip.
It's been a couple of weeks since your mother was hired as an architect to redecorate the garden of the royal palace.
It was business until the queen had found out she had a daughter her son's age and suggested that she bring you over.
And that's why you're here.
"I'll run through the blueprints and materials then have them delivered as soon as possible." That statement closes today's meeting. You stuff your dolls inside your backpack, ready to leave.
"Lovely." The queens smiles as she gives her son an affectionate smile. "Go say goodbye to your friend, Kookie."
"I don't wanna."
"You'll see her tomorrow though."
When you see him cross his arms and glare at his mother, you know there's a tantrum just waiting to be set free. You can see the slight embarrassment showing from his mother's eyes.
"Kook-"
Grabbing the table cloth by the edge, he pulls it with aggressiveness and creates a huge clutter of shattered glass on the floor. "No!"
After spending a week with him, you've come to a conclusion that he's nothing but a seven year old spoiled child.
