The Immortal Story - Bridgerton

Sorrows Sorrows Prayers

Prince Ambrose POV:

Seven years later

"Bambi, look!" she called out to me as we ran toward a bush with a single rose on it. With the scissors she brought, she carefully clipped the end of the stem, leaving the thorns intact. Instead of placing it in her basket full of flowers, she handed it to me. There was something about her that could melt even the coldest of hearts with just a gaze.

We had first met when she was five and I was eight. I saw her in the palace garden, attempting to climb the tree along the wall.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

She looked at me for a second before nodding her head. "I want the flowers at the top," she said, still trying to climb the tree. She was only two inches off the ground with no progress. "Daddy said he liked making crowns, but I don't know how to make paper crowns, so I make him flower crowns."

"Who are you here with, child?" I asked her.

"Are you not a child too?" she asked, her inquisitive eyes fixed on me.

"Answer the question," I demanded.

"My mommy," she said, pointing toward the castle, "she said she's waiting."

Must be one of the lady-in-waiting's children.

"Are you going to help me?" she asked again.

"Do you not know who I am?"

"Should I?"

"I'm Ambrose Henrik Nicholas," I stated, expecting her to recognize my name.

"Hi, Bambrose! I'm ________," she replied, extending her hand for a shake. I glanced at it and then ignored it. "Well, okay, Mr. Grumpy... you must have missed your manners lessons."

I scoffed again.

"Mommy says to be a good girl, you need to have manners. Don't you want to be a good girl?"

"I'm a boy," I muttered.

"Then a good boy?"

"No!"

"Can I call you Bambi?"

"No!"

"Okay, Bambi."

"Why?"

"For Bambrose."

"..."

"That's not my name."

"Exactly, it's a nickname," she smiled. "Why are you here, Bambi?"

"I'm the son of a lady," I stated, not giving any more information, thinking she wouldn't understand anyway. Then her eyes widened.

"WOAH! We have so much in common!"

"Like what?"

"I'm a son of a lady too..." she paused, "wait, I mean daughter of a lady. I wonder if she's still waiting?"

"Aren't you supposed to be climbing a tree?"

"You're so right, Bambi! Now help me up."

Instead, I stood on my tiptoes and plucked the flower for her myself. Mother would have my head if one of her lady's children got hurt on my watch.

"Ooo, violets!" She jumped up and down. "Daddy will love these. Sometimes I see him writing letters to the flower. I don't really know why."

"_________!" someone called out. "WHERE ARE YOU?"