32 Princes 32 Oneshots

No. 3: The Bodyguard Competition

In some of these, Coral is going to be downright nasty, sorry.

It was a fairly well known fact that Queen Coral didn't care one bit about her sons. It was also a fairly well known fact that she and Princess Tsunami argued about it. All the time.

They were at it once again, and Anemone was tired of it. "All right! Would you please stop arguing?" Tsunami glared at her mother, "I'm just trying to make her see, that she needs to care more about them. They're not just random dragons, they're your sons, treat them that way." Anemone started talking before Coral could retort. "Ok, we get it, you both have very different opinions. How about a competition to see whose is the right one?"

They both agreed and Anemone laid out the rules. All of Coral's son would spend a month as he bodyguard. Each. By the end of that time, she had to prove that she knew them; their name, and something unique about them. The same would apply to Tsunami, except that her time frame was a week each. Tsunami and Coral accepted the terms and Anemone left to inform their brothers.

The months quickly passed, and the 32 princes each took their turn as both Coral and Tsunami's personal bodyguards. Turns out, Coral was very paranoid. She insisted that her bodyguard be within arm's reach at all times. And she didn't make any real attempt to get to know them. She asked his name and remembered that for a few days, and then it was, "Hey you!" for the rest of the month.

Tsunami, on the other hand, was an entirely different kettle of fish. It seemed that her bodyguard's main duties were: 
1) Being her sparring partner. Which meant getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter almost daily. And 2) Helping Tsunami sneak out of the palace regularly, for any number of reasons, chief of which, was to go visit Coral's second least favourite dragon in the universe. AKA Riptide.

By the time the bodyguard competition was over, all 32 princes were firmly on Tsunami's side of the argument. She knew them all so well, that she could identify them by their voices alone. Coral needed flashcards and even then she was often wrong.

Coral's excuse for failing the competition, was "I'm their mother, and I say it doesn't matter." Mysteriously, Coral's Royal Dinner had a lot of Princely Spit in it that night.

HEYOOOO! So I am not dead, sorry, hope you like it, and I am working on all of these billions of things to write.

...We're gonna be here a while.

Have great day!

Darth_Firestar out!