Ninjago stories

Co- I mean, KING ( or is is prince) Cole

Cole sighed as he watched helplessly as Mia ran around the palace, yelling orders to the guards.

" You lot! Please get the cake!"

" Would you three be a dear and decorate the ballroom?"

" AIEEE-! We need to get them clothes! Blackie, show them the catalog!"

Vania chuckled as she leaned over the couch. " That's some party planner you have."

Cole shrugged. " She was the only one who would allow me to have cake. Mmm... Cake." Cole's stomach grumbled at the thought.

Vania laughed. " Well, stomach, " she teased. " I promise Cole will be well fed."

" Wait, but we still haven't decided. We're getting married, okay, but... Where am I supposed to live?"

Vania looked at him. " It's your choice."

Cole sighed. " I guess I could live in two places. Stay in the monastery for two weeks, come here for two."

Vania nodded. " Good choice."

Then, she saw Mia unravel a list, that went from Mia all the way to the door, and beyond.

" That's some list."

Cole nodded, glancing at the endless scroll of tasks Mia was preparing to tackle. "Yeah, that's Mia for you," he said, chuckling despite himself. "She doesn't do anything halfway."

Mia was now directing a group of guards toward the ballroom, her tiny figure full of authority as she rattled off instructions. "Make sure the ribbons are tied in perfect bows! And the tablecloths-crease-free, got it? And where's the ice sculpture? It better not be melting!"

Vania watched, amused, as Mia darted around, her energy seemingly endless. "She's really something," Vania remarked with a smile. "But don't you think she's taking on too much? This is supposed to be a celebration, not a military operation."

Cole sighed, but his smile remained. "That's just how Mia shows she cares. She wants everything to be perfect for everyone. It's her way of making sure we all have the best time. Besides," he added with a grin, "if it means more cake, I'm not complaining."

Vania giggled and nudged Cole playfully. "Always thinking with your stomach."

Cole patted his belly. "Hey, a man's gotta have his priorities straight."

Mia suddenly appeared in front of them, her face flushed but determined. "Cole, Vania!" she exclaimed, holding up a thick catalog. "We still need to pick out the napkins and the centerpiece designs! I've narrowed it down to five options, but I need your input!"

Vania took the catalog from Mia, flipping through the pages with interest. "Mia, you've really thought of everything, haven't you?"

Mia nodded eagerly. "Of course! This has to be perfect. After all, it's not every day one of my big brothers and his princess get married."

Cole and Vania exchanged a warm glance. "You know, Mia," Cole said, reaching out to ruffle her hair, "we really appreciate all the effort you're putting into this. But remember, it's okay to take a break and enjoy yourself too."

Mia beamed up at him, her resolve unwavering. "I will, after everything's set. And don't worry, I'll make sure the cake is ready for you, Cole."

Cole laughed. "You better! Otherwise, I might just start eating the decorations."

Vania giggled, and Mia rolled her eyes playfully. "You would, wouldn't you?"

As Mia dashed off to continue her preparations, Cole turned back to Vania. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "having Mia around is like having a whirlwind of energy. But I wouldn't have it any other way."