"It's been more than a decade, Jackson."
Her. . .
He scrunched up his nose and blinked five times. Jack slammed his knuckles on his forehead, while she watched in worry.
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We've all heard of those stories about the peasant and the prince or...
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Agnarr's POV
As I wiped myself with a napkin, I laid eyes on my future bride and father-in-law. She seems nice and all, but I probably need to talk to her for a bit, while I am here.
"Prince Agnarr?" She said, snapping my thoughts into shattered glass. "Are you okay?" She giggled at that point.
"What a pretty laugh. Oh, yes. I am fine," I replied, trembling inside. Why was I such a fool in front of this full-grown woman?
Her top of her hand gently raised towards me. As I took it, while staring into her green-ish, faint blue eyes, I kissed the delicate skin of the fair lady. The hand of the queen-to-be of Arendelle: our kingdom. I smiled.
"Shall we?" She said.
"Yes, my lady," I replied, trying to be flirty.
When our parents let us be excused, we walked without any interruptions towards the garden.
The garden was filled with innocent, white tulips and a patch of freshly cut grass in the centre. She sat on the grass, without any complaint of any of it going on her clothing.
A gust of wind whispered passed our ears. We both stared into space for quite a while. She had nothing to say, but I had. I didn't want to intrude her serene thoughts. She has a beauty of a primrose.
I placed my hand on top of hers, just to see her reaction.
She responded back with wrapping her fingers around mind. Iduna hesitated. Looking at me as if I was a ghastly spirit, in an instant, she let go. She fiddled for a moment. Probably wondering why I surprisingly did the flirty action.
"Woah, I do that too!" I mentally smacked myself. "Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yes. I am completely fine," she said. "So. . .what are your interests?"
I told her that I was interested in classical music because it makes me sway around a space and that it helps control my feelings. Being over reactive most of the time wasn't actually my fault, I was born with an unusual disorder, yet I blame myself. I fidgeted most of the time, but she makes me not do it. I then forward on to say I played the piano and that she should come and listen to my pieces back home.
I decided to move away from the quiet place and head back to the dining area. We stride back to where we started, hearing the clinks of glasses of white wine of approval. Father mocked a smile at me, trying to make my tummy bubble. I walked with Iduna and I spoke about how mother passed away from being heartless.
She gasped. "Why would you say such a thing?"
"I am sorry to have shocked you with my words, but it's true. Mother was heartless to father and she never apologised, after their divorce." I took a short breath. "I have tried to love her as my mother after that, but I couldn't. I just. . .couldn't."
