"Come to my room. Eight o'clock sharp. Tell no one. "
I slowly walked about my room, lost in thought. What could Eadlyn want with me? And why was it a secret? She wasn't exactly very fond me me.
Five minutes to, I quietly made my way to Eadlyn's room. The halls were not very busy at this time of night. My knocks on her door were light, as I stood outside, still confused.
The door was pulled open by the princess. I mock-bowed, saying, "Your highness. I've come to sweep you off your feet."
She rolled her eyes ever so slightly. "Hardy har. Get in here."
I entered and looked about. "Last time I was in here, you had a collection of wooden ponies."
"Outgrew them."
"But not being a bossy tyrants?" I shot back.
"Nope. Just like you didn't outgrow being an insufferable bookworm."
"Is this how you win over all your dates?" I asked.
Smirking, she said, "More or less. Sit down; I have a proposition for you."
I noticed that Eadlyn had set out some wine. This wasn't some easy request she had for me. I poured a glass for myself and asked, "You want some?"
"Please. We'll both need it." She answered with a sigh.
I watched her for a few moments before saying, "Now I'm nervous. What do you want?"
She paused before answering. "You know me, Kile. You've known me my whole life."
An image of the princess in a diaperI had thought of yesterday popped in my mind. It was a fuzzy picture, but a recollection all the same. I told this to idly, causing her to roll her eyes and continue. "Anyway. You, to some level, understand ,y personality, who l am when the cameras aren't rolling."
I thought about this for a moment. Where was she going with this? "I think I understand you when they're on as well, but please continue."
"The Selection wasn't my idea, but it's something I need to put my best effort into," Eadlyn said. "I think I am, personally. But the public expects me to be a giddy little girl next to all of you, and i can't do that. I can't act stupid."
With a slight grin on my face, I said, "Actually-"
Eadlyn cut me off. "Don't!"
I grinned widely as I sipped my wine.
"You're such a pain. Why am I even bothering?"
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The Suitor
FanfictionKile Woodwork never wanted to compete for the hand of Eadlyn Schreave, princess of Illéa and heir to the throne. But someone entered his name, and it was drawn. However, a turn of events starts to change his mind about the princess. Maybe, just mayb...