Hearts of the Realm

000. Work in Progress

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　Instead of looking out the window, the two of them observed the TV keenly, like proper Victoria citizens. It flickered, images flashing, casting a soft, wavering glow over the entire apartment. A brightly dressed figure appeared on the screen, their hands clasped behind their back. She smiled more blindingly than the moon shone from above Eclipse Isle. "Hello, future Princesses, Princes and Princethems! I'm your new host, Mommarotti—"

"And I'm Devin Finch. Still here, after all these years," the elegant man next to her added. The words themselves sounded like they were a chore for him to mouth. Airy, puffy, with an aura of regal silver—just like the top of his head.

There was a stark contrast between the two hosts. It felt unfair to juxtapose them, like comparing pleasant but boring sparkling water and an everything-cocktail at a party. Devin's light blue, checkered suit was well-made and impeccably tailored, but in her colorful, floral gown, there was no denying that Momma was more impressive.

In Shy's opinion, at least. And as a columnist for—nevermind.

"We're happy to announce that this year 'Hearts of the Realm' will be getting another fantastically queer season," Mommarotti bubbled with enthusiasm. "Queer not just because we're celebrating contestants of all genders vying for the affection of our royals, but because this year, we're opening the doors wide to everyone-everyone! Just fill out a few forms to enter our lottery, and you could be one of the lucky hundred facing the initial challenges, the speed dates, the public vote, and—"

"Ekhem, try to keep it concise, Rotti. They know," Devin interjected with a strained smile.

"Of course! For more details, just visit the link shown on screen and stay tuned. 'Hearts of the Realm' is coming your way this summer! Now, you might be wondering why last season's winners aren't hosting—well, they've been busy with their adorable newborn. Did anyone see that cute photo the princess—"

"Rotti!"

The clip ended abruptly there.

Shy sighed as the all-too-familiar theme song played, its tune grating slightly more on their nerves with each passing season. Some might shame them for watching each one religiously, but wasn't that kind of their job?

Their index finger hovered over the off-button, but a screech echoing from behind stopped them from pressing it. "Shalene! You should apply!"

"And why is that?" Shy asked, rolling their eyes at Munroe, who visibly shrank from the sharpness in their tone. Their gaze quickly softened, but the apology stuck in their throat. Even when it came to Mun. "Why?" they repeated, more gently.

The boy relaxed, the ghost of a pout still on his lips. "I just think you're a fun person to watch. Besides..."

"Besides?"

"There's sooo many articles about the royals! You could find out if any of the princes skip washing hands after using the bathroom. That's a polarizing topic, isn't it?"

"And that's a pretty big word, Mun. Planning to steal my career?" Shy teased, sinking into the couch beside him, allowing their brother to rest his head on their shoulder. The scent of lavender body wash and warm May air of Victoria overwhelmed as Mun's bangs brushed against Shy's nose, prompting a sneeze. Latte let out a bark, as if expressing laughter of their own.

"Eww!" the tinier sibling groaned. "Germs!"

"Eww," Shy mimicked back. "I could say the same about you, you little pest."

Barely fifteen minutes later, Shy's phone buzzed on the coffee table. The message from Maia read: you know this isn't just a dating show? you actually have to be the best at every. fucking. thing. in order to date a princess.