In a new world

Things aren't quite the same

Bashful's POV

"Chrys is growing up so fast!" Sneezy set Chrys down on her bed after carrying her for so long. It feels like just yesterday I stabbed Sneezy in the heart. Is it weird to think stuff like that?

It wasn't for my own enjoyment anyway. I was brainwashed. I feel someone tug at my sleeve. "Daddy come read another book with me!" I smiled. "Another one? We just finished reading four!"

I guess a ten year old loves reading more than me. "But daddy these books are truly wonderful! The stories teach you so many things that you never knew before."

"Well maybe just one more." I sat down on the comfy chair in her bedroom. "King Bashful! You can't rest now! There's a very important meeting to attend!" Our assistant, Lady Miep, rushed in.

"A meeting? With who?" I stood up. "The King and Queen of Pastel! They say they want to form an alliance with us!" Lady Miep caught her breath. How long had she been trying to find me?

"An alliance? With us? This is a first..." No one had ever wanted to be involved in a kingdom that had two kings.

"Yes and we must go! King Sneezy is already on his way to the meeting room." Miep hurried out the door. I tried to follow her but was stopped by Chrys. "Aren't you going to read with me daddy?"

The poor look on her face made me heartbroken. "I'm sorry sweetie I have to go. Maybe tomorrow?" I followed Miep down the hall and soon far away from Chrys' room.

End of POV

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Chrys' POV

Ever since that day both of my fathers never really had time for me anymore. I wondered if they still cared about me. I often felt very lonely.

Obviously you can't let a 10 year old girl be alone all the time. But that's how it was. I spent the next six years reading quietly to myself.

So now that I'm sixteen, I've heard Miep talk of me getting married. She tells me things like "Soon you'll be married and live happily with your lover." At least that's what she told me when I had a cold and wanted her to read me a story.

Although maybe she was reading something from the book... I doubt it. I fell asleep and that's all I could dream about.

Sometimes I ask myself if I can trust my parents. When I asked them about their past they seem to ignore the question or say they're too busy.

What are they hiding from me? Secrets? Perhaps I think too much. Father Sneezy always said I had such a vivid imagination.

It's all these books I read. Can't get anywhere without 'em. 

End of POV

The fabulous art of Chrysanthemum up there is done by CElvira ! Thanks again for that!~