Douma X Akaza The Prince and The Civillian (The Blonde Prince And The Pinkette)

Chapter 9

•akaza
•douma

Step-mother

No ones pov:

The small pinkette and the tall blonde prince embraced eachother tightly as the princes father the king announce that lea was now dead, executed.

The small pinkette cried so does the blonde.

Now then a few days later the small pinkette and the tall blonde prince would visit lea's grave, right beside the princes mothers grave

The two were very trully thankful for lea, and the prince cherished her a lot, ever since at around the age of 5

Lea would take care of prince douma, as if he was her own child ever since doumas mother passed away.

The two would visit lea's grave sometimes, and would visit her on her bday even on prince doumas mothers birthday

(Small time skip?)

(Akaza is in the same uh village just chilling in his house rn, him missing douma😔...)

Doumas pov:

I was in my room, just doing my type of hobbies like reading books then one of the guards called me from outside

Knight 1: Prince douma your highness, your father needs you for a moment!

Douma: Oh?, Ill be there in a second!

I put the books away and place them back where it was before and walk out of my room

Knight 1: Follow me your highness.

I followed (knight 1) over to my father and then i saw a woman right beside him.

Douma: !?..

(-): ahem.. douma this is your Step-mother, your NEW mother.

Douma: a.. a step-mother..?

(-): Yes shell be your mother for now on ever since.. your mother passed away at the age of 5..

('): Hello..! Its nice to meet you dear..!

Douma: ...Its nice to meet you too miss..

(-): Ahem, YOU can call her your mother now..

Douma: ...but-

(-): No, no buts.. i dont wanna hear something else from you young man!

Douma: ..yes father...

The woman so called my "new mom" walked up to me and hugged me, i havent received any hugs for years... only from my mother back then...

I missed.. this feeling of being hugged by a (new) family member of mine.. a Mother.. my step-mom.

I started to cry in my step-moms warm embrace.. i felt safe and loved, unlike from my father.

('): oh sweetie whats wrong..? Why are you crying?

Douma: nothing.. *sniffle* just tears of- *sniffle* joy...