The Vintage Style

The Final Flourish In A Wistful I

When all the comments were flooding the internet, Autumn and Brooks were in their own land of euphoria.

Brooks was taking her to some other place.

While they were going to the place, Autumn stops. He looks at her after stopping with a jerk.

"What happen, your majesty?" he asks looking at her with horrified eyes, thinking as if he has done something wrong.

"You are doing so many things for me. So many, that it will become difficult for me to repay you" She looks at him while speaking.

"Will you just give one chance to your majesty to do something for you?" she asks with hope in her eyes.

"You don't have to ask for it" he softly reassures her.

She smiles. "Take my hand" she says and without wasting anytime she grabs his hand and runs to the place she decided to spend some more time. He thought that the next place can wait for a while, but the joy in her eyes and smile can not wait.

She took him to the boat. The place, where she practically fought with the owner for the boat. "Am I going to witness a world war III with these eyes?" he jokingly asks, recognising the place. She laughs and takes him to the boat.

This time the owner gave them the boat without any questions. She was a bit disappointed. "It's weird. I wanted to fight with him" She says glancing towards the owner. "It's okay, he might not be in a mood" He pats her shoulders and they went to the boat.

"I will sail the boat this time" She tells him while stepping in the boat. He froze in his tracks. "WHAT!?" he yelps. "I said, I will sail the boat this time" She says and sits on the bench. He lets out a nervous chuckle. "You are kidding right?"

"No, Courtier. I am not joking and you may sit" He nods his head and acts as if he was scared but in actual he was loving to see her sailing the boat. "So, that is it. 'Death by beautiful hands'" He huffs dramatically. She laughs. "Don't worry I will not let you drown" She says sincerely. 'I would love to drown in the ocean of your love' he thinks.

"Ummm, I think, I will prefer to stay alive than drown myself with you" He jokes.

She gasps. She puts her hand in the river and throws some water at him. He laughs and sits. "I can sail. You should rest, I am the servant not you" He says.

He really wants to serve her. He wants to do things for her. He doesn't want her to work, not when it's their last day together, when they can spend longest time with each other.

"Please, let me have this opportunity this time. And ya, that's true, you are my servant and I am your queen" She flips her hair when she refers herself as 'Queen' and formally tells him. "Curse me, kill me, do anything to me. But just don't be formal with me" he tells her in a poetic way. He was surprised to see the sudden shift in her tone. The one who uses to order him was now pleading him.

She mockingly widens her eyes and claps for him. He bows with a smile. "You must be in a good company. I really appreciate her" She praises herself indirectly.

"Yes, God blessed me with such a good company" He whispers while seeing her. Then she takes the blade to start her task of sailing.

She grunts when she holds the blades. "What happen? Give it to me. I told you. I told you, you will hurt yourself. Give it to me. I will do it. It's my fault, I let you do it. Give me" Brooks panics and takes one blade and keeps it on the floor. He takes her hand and looks at it for any injury.