royal treat

Midnight snack

                   my heart was pounding as I covered my mouth to try and quiet my breathing. I clutched my dress and tried to relax, he could never find me here. I was perfectly hidden. Suddenly I hear the sound of running on the wooden floor. I close my eyes and try to focus on being quiet. Then I hear the click of the wardrobe handle and a triumphant laugh. "I've caught you!" he shouts loud enough for everyone in the west wing to hear. I groan but smile. I should have known I would be caught eventually. Onyx always had a keen sense of hearing no matter how quiet I tried to stay he always could find me.

Onyx truly was my best friend. Often when I feel down I like to look back on the memories we share as a way to remind myself the people of this society truly are just that, people. Alas, I don't truly know much of his society more than the gossip he tells me when he sneaks into the kitchen late at night to try whatever I've been making. Onyx truly has the worst sweet tooth of all the royal family.

Unfortunately as Onyx and i aged his responsibilities took all his time. Understandably so he no longer had time for non royals and midnight sweets. Still I often find myself thinking of him as I bake something new. My current focus is working on the menu for his first ball as of his return from the war front, he did not even have to fight as royals are more politicians than anything but he did anyway and truly made a name for himself it is more than admirable.

As well at this ball there will be plenty of beautiful women to be courted by him as is the custom, i can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy thinking of them. I wish I was born in their world so I may enjoy the beauty of just one dance with a handsome man and the teachings of those most talented in the world. But then I also am grateful for my humble beginnings because I cannot imagine a life without work, baking is my whole life it is what I am expected to follow. Still I find my heart wandering its way into high society, a place I wish to be in my deepest dreams.

My true passion is painting. I see the art the nobles have made hung in the great halls and I dream of my own hanging there someday. A day I will never. see. Yet I still practice as much as I can while making sure to not daydream too much. I know I have a lot of responsibilities ahead of me.

As I take the last batch of scones out of the oven to cool I hear the door slide open slowly, under the assumption it was my younger brother who as of late has not been able to sleep. I greet him. " Theodore you are up just in time i have scones ready for us to try i want to see if..." I cut short as I turned around only to see Onyx. His brunette hair shines from the glow of the oil lamps and his eyes shine as if painted by an angel themself. I tear my gaze away as I place the baking sheet down and greet him formally. "Prince Onyx i apologize for speaking out of turn" i lift my head up slowly to catch another glimpse of him only to see him frowning. "You need not call me prince Onyx, it is just Onyx to you Feloria." I can't help but smile, it had been five years since his departure and no matter how different he looked his soul stayed warm, for that I was grateful. As I'm lost in thought I feel arms wrap around me tightly. "Onyx you're not supposed to hug me" I say as I bury my face into his neck as I always had done. "Since when did we follow the rules Feloria?" he asks with a smirk.

As we step back I take a moment to really look at him and the changes were other worldly. He always had short and well kept hair but now it was overgrown nearly to the middle of his neck which i couldn't tell if i enjoyed or not. His eyes while still soft had grown tired, serious almost but you could still find the childlike whimsy that danced like a fog covering glowing moonstone. While Onyx had always been handsome , a bit on the slimmer side though, he had put on some muscle and he almost truly looked grown up. But he could never outgrow his mischievous grin. As I smiled I looked up at him to see him already staring at me, he never used to be so tall so looking up at him felt unusual. "What is flour in my hair again?" i ask already know there's hardly a moment without flour in my hair. As he stares for another moment his lip almost seems to quiver before he quickly looks away. "I just came to see you. I only just arrived yesterday and was not able to make my way here till just now." he says almost with a hint of guilt. It feels as if a swarm of butterflies fly in my chest and I can't help but blush, hopefully he cannot notice with the dim lights. "Well it is late, i was about to head to bed myself, take a scone if you'd like I will be taking my leave and i will see you again another time." I speak clearly as I try to make a speedy exit before I hear him softly say my name. "Feloria wait...." I look at him expectantly wondering what he has to say "thank you...for the scone I'm sure they will be delicious." I sigh in relief " I hope so ... .it's good to have you back Onyx" I whisper just loud enough for him to hear as I leave through the door that leads to the staff sleeping quarters. With my heart pounding in my chest as he has always made it before.