Sometimes it snows in April

the prince and the peasant

Theo pov

I'm reciting poets from my childhood and April guesses which poet they're from.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

He thinks for a second and responds "T. S Eliot" I nod. Proud of my love. I think again and decide upon one of my fathers favourite poems.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

he thinks. But doesn't answer. I tell him it's by W. H auden. He nods, we do this for a while when I decide to recite one of my favourite poems.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how.....

I notice that april is weirdly silent when I see he fell asleep. His head laying in my lap, I stare at the ceiling. my Chest hurts and my happines is slowly slipping away. I remember the first time I met April.

I don't remember how old we were, we were kids and pretty young. Perhaps five maybe even three. April or Alastair at that time was as pure as the driven snow and I, I was as innocent as I was allowed to be. I was wandering through the fields which I didn't know where planned to once be mine. Wearing itchy trousers, short ones, from linen. I hated those and a snow white shirt. I was wearing jewelery I didn't know the worth of. I was great at ditching the nanny and going my own way in the fields of our family. I was walking through the fields reciting the latin names of the grasses and flowers growing there when I suddenly saw someone standing in front of me. Not someone I knew, and not someone who looked remotely close to the things I knew. His hair is white and his skin is pale. He has a sunflower in his hand. I look at him with an innocent kind of curiosity. We stand across eachother as if our world finally met. I was too naive to judge him, my mind didn't even think about it. "Hello, What might you be doing here?" I said with my meticulous english. "nothing" he said shyly. "Well, it seems you are looking for flowers. Interested in any in particular?" I asked as if I were a salesman and he a client. I reach out my hand. "My name is clement Theodore Cavendish" He high fives my hand, which confused me at the time. He bows "Alastair is the name" He mocks my accent without succesbut still. I smiled. I instantly liked him. We had a glorious evening talking about chrysanthemums and I gave him a necklace from a chrysanthemum I had. Which his mother later returned with a big apology, thinking he stole it. The emerald was genuine but yeah how was I supposed to know.

His mom worked in our house quite often when we needed decoration for parties. It was always fun because April got to stay here without either of our parents complaining. Our friendship was the most special one I ever had. I hope I'm not ruining it.

April pov

Theo is absolutely stressed, this week he officially becomes a working royal with reponsibilities. In the public eye. There's also a thing he needs to be tested for, he says it's normal because he has been depressed but it smells fishy to me. I want to surprise him with something fun but I don't know what. I walk up to bartholomew, oh by the way, it's been a good three weeks since he's been revealed as a prince. He's been handeling press okay. He's so strong, I admire him. "Hey Bartholomew, Theo will be coming back from London today. I want to surprise him, What should I do?" He smiles. "Master Cavendish loves ice skating, and the pond here is completely ready for that. I think he'd like that." I smile, I love that idea.

He steps out of the car. I run to him, he picks me up and swings me around. "Hello Love" He kisses me. I'm so fucking happy with him. His smile is real and his eyes light up. "Hi my sweetheart." He holds my cheeks in his warm hands. "I love you" He whispers. "Hey, I have a surprise." I put my hand in front of his eyes and walk up to the pond. "Tadaa" he laughs. "I love you!!!" we put on skates. "Hey btw I can't skate." "Sure you can."

He slowly teaches me how to move on skates. It's funny and romantic, like in little woman. After a time teaching I just skate with my normal shoes and even than I fall into his arms. I run over the ice to see who's faster. The last april snow is falling. His nose turns red from the cold. We lay down in the field holding hands. He looks me in the eye. I didn't know love like this existed. "Will you come to me to the royal ball?" before I think I answer yes. "But you'll have to teach me how to dance.

I hope you liked the chapter it might be a little short