A Trylle Fanfiction
Jasper Frost has never been an ordinary child. He could see and do things which nobody else could.
When he is rescued by a tracker and taken to the city Förening, Jasper is assured that this was where he truly belonged. However...
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I was woken up to my extreme annoyance at 7:00 in the morning; dear me, who on earth wakes at 7?! Especially when you are on such a comfortable bed?
Everything around me screamed at me to continue sleeping: my warm, luxurious bed (which, I had last night, used as a trampoline), my 20 overstuffed pillows, the nice sleepy air around my room.
At first, Eleanor tried to wake me up in a civil manner by knocking from outside my door, but when I didn't comply, she entered and removed the blinds from my glass wall and drew the drapes around my bed, to let the cruel sunshine in.
When I further tucked my head inside the comfortable white blanket, Eleanor attempted in pulling it off me, but I continued sleeping even then. Finally, she got this annoying horn from somewhere and started blowing it everywhere around.
"Ahhh! Stop it! You're killing my eardrums!" I protested.
Eleanor blew her horn again in reply, and I finally gave up trying to sleep and sat up on my bed - surely looking like a sleepy vampire cum zombie, with my crumpled clothes, wild hair, half-shut eyes and drool on the corner of my lip - I immediately wiped the drool out of embarrassment.
"Satisfied?"
"You are a prince, Jasper. Having your meals with the family is polite." Eleanor explained.
"Oh, no! Does the mad King attend the meals with the family?"
"Usually, the family eats together only when some discussion has to take place or when there are guests over. Otherwise everyone prefers to make their own food, and have it delivered to their chambers. But since you have newly arrived, I am very sure everybody would like to breakfast with you for a change."
"Really. The royal family has a peculiar way of treating guests. They make it seem like they are doing you a great favour, but actually they are being very, very torturous."
Eleanor stifled her laugh. "Let me guess; you are not prepared to eat like a prince?"
"Hell, no! Everytime I drink water, I spill some on my shirt. I don't even know how to curl spaghetti in my fork!"
"Wear a multicoloured shirt; stains don't show easily there. Also, we don't eat spaghetti here. Förening is like a vegan land." Eleanor advised.
I took my time making a really bubbly bath for myself, making foam moustaches, bursting bubbles around, applying 5 different shampoos, talking to the 3 toy ducks in my tub, making them race on the water and fight each other, until a sharp knock startled me - making me fall inside the tub.
And then, I started hurrying up. I wondered if the prince was supposed to wear a traditional white wig (with ridiculous Victorian curls), silk stockings and an 1800s evening suit. But from what I had seen, Loki and Oliver Staad only wore formal dress shirts and slacks, so I decided to copy them.
