Not so far from the MoleBarry Tavern sat a small cottage that was home to the head bar wench, Eleanor and her son Max. That night as Eleanor made dinner for her and her son, she listened to him talk about Alex, the king's son.
She knew by the way her son seemed so smitten by the prince that Max may have a little crush on him. She just couldn't help but ask "Is there a chance you may like this boy?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I?" asked her son.
"No darling" replied Eleanor "Do you like, like him maybe in the same way I felt for your father before his passing?"
She watched as her sons face turned beet red and in a small voice heard him say "Maybe."
It didn't matter to Eleanor if her son liked boys or girls, or anyone at all for that matter and so, to put his mind at ease, she told him such. The pressure weighing on Max's chest seemed to disappear with his mother's kind words and in that moment Max finally understood why knights would give up being knights just marry there damsels. The only difference for Max though was that it wasn't some damsel in distress or some girl he saw himself rescuing, but a prince.
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The Tale of Two Fairies
RomanceOnce upon a time in a land far, far, away there was a story, quite unlike any Fairy Tale told before. Alex, the cute, little heir to the throne had an encounter he wouldn't soon forget...or would he? One day, out with the King, Alex made a new frie...
