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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A day later, I had gotten the worst surprise, when I had been lying on my bed, dreaming about eclairs and bicycles. His Highly-Disliked Majesty decided to pay me a visit in this condition, thrusting my doors open with a loud bang and startling me nearly enough to fall off my bed.
"Still sleeping?" Oliver roared.
"Of course not. I was playing chess and drinking caramel smoothie under my blankets." I piped sarcastically.
"Get up, you lazy boy! How dare you speak to the King in this manner! We've got a couple of things to talk about."
"What things?" I got up from my bed, but only to trip on the extended ends of my soft blankets and fall face-forth on the wooden tiles. Oliver clicked his tongue and cussed under his breath. "How shall you ever function as a King? Stupid creature!"
"Okay. So you woke me up to say that?"
"I woke you up because it is not a King's right to sleep till 8 in the morning. This place is only half of your home; don't ever dare try to make it your full home!"
I held myself back (with a lot of obvious difficulty) from showing how badly I was intimidated by my father. "Oh, I too thought I was better off in Minneapolis." I muttered.
"As much as I hate to say this, you have no option. And coming to my point, there are guests coming over today. At the palace."
That shut me up. "What for?" I finally asked.
"Well, what do you think they are coming here for?!" Oliver barked. "To witness the new wildfire gossip of the kingdom of course! To see the illegitimate prince!" He stepped forward and very swiftly grasped my nightshirt collar. "I wouldn't repeat this to you again. You must already be aware that you have brought great shame on our family - total doom and scandal! There isn't even one good thing about you. I am sure you know what I mean.
"You aren't fit to be a King. You can't handle a kingdom. You can't wield power or intimidation over anybody. You can't behave like a prince. You can't even speak like gentleman! Heavens know why you even exist! If not for the general expectations of the people, I would've let the crown pass onto the Laris family. You don't even deserve the Crown, boy! And you already know this.
"What I am telling you is that keep the best pretence you can in front of the visitors. They want you to succeed the throne when I am gone - everyone does - but you have to prove yourself worthy of that silly metal ornament on your head! They shouldn't think any worse of you than they already do. Get dressed and as soon as you are, run to the tracker girl. She'll coach you into better graces."
And with this, Oliver whipped back and strode out of the room in an intimidating savoir faire. I immediately went to the bathroom to pee.
About half an hour later I was in the library with Eleanor (perched on the windowsill with a thick book on her lap), ranting off my countless complaints about my father. "Honestly! Even Lily would've made a better father than that arrogant old ass! A very incesteous father of course, but better at any case! Uhh!! I can't believe how such a cheerful and friendly man like Loki had a kid like him!"
"He might've inherited his anger from Queen Elora - or Oren Elsing." Eleanor replied without looking away from her book.
"Do all Trylle inherit qualities from their grandfathers? Even I seemed to have got Loki's humour and easiness."
"Your questions are at times the most ridiculous." Eleanor answered.
"I am aware."
"Let's get to the usage of the 3 kinds of forks at a dinner table." Eleanor abruptly shut her book and climbed down the windowsill.
It was a long and tedious morning, where Eleanor preached me on how to precisely tilt a glass and how to bow without being clumsy. She gave me tips on what to say and what not to say in front of the guests; how to put an air of leadership and intimidation around myself. How to escort ladies to the balconies and sitting rooms (yeah, like they didn't know how to walk up to a drawing room).
By the end of the lesson, though, I had either forgotten or dismissed half of the things Eleanor had coached me into. I shortly got dressed in a tux, not feeling proud or grand anymore.
The outfit only restricted me, gave me the vibe of a prince I couldn't be. I wished I could change into khaki shorts and boy-band tees instead (not that Eleanor would ever allow it).
Speaking of her, when Eleanor came to check that I had managed to get dressed - and handsomely so - without setting myself on fire or bombing my closet, I . . . .was well, er, gosh, don't look at me funny! Males genetically tend to drop their jaws at the sight of bloody attractive women.
Eleanor's dress was made up of a beautiful purple velvet material, with a bodice of black lace over it. It was sleeveless, and from her neck to her bosom, it was made up purely of black lace.
There was an elliptical opening at the back of her dress, which gave a sexy view of her smooth back. Eleanor's dark hair was done in a loose yet simple bun at the back of her head. Whether she wore makeup or not, I couldn't tell. She looked absolutely flawless - burning almond eyes, high-raised cheekbones and the insane vanilla scent.
"Er . . . .is it good?" I asked, twirling around to give her an all-angled view of what I had made of myself.
Eleanor nodded firmly. "Well done. Our guests will be here anytime. And when they enter they hall, you shall elegantly climb down the stairs like a prince to greet them. Without doing anything stupid or clumsy or unmanly."
I mock-saluted her "Yessire!" And then held out a fancy tie from my wardrobe. "Would you do the honours?"
Eleanor suppressed a smile that forcefully made its way to her lips, and approached me from behind, wrapping the tie around my neck. "How old are you?" She smirked. "Seventeen? Fancy not knowing how to tie a tie."
"Well, sorry to disappoint you but I am currently out of practice. My highschool doesn't impose a school uniform including a tie, on the students. And I never really attended proms and formal dinners. Or church services."
"Well, unfortunately now that you are a prince, you might really want to learn the art. It's a necessity around here, you'll see." Eleanor answered, and it was then that I made up my mind never to learn how to tie a tie, so long as Eleanor would do it for me - with her hands around my body, her face so close to mine and -
The palace bell rung, jerking her away from me. Really? Had the guests arrived already? Eleanor hurriedly made sure that I wasn't lacking on any princely etiquettes and then strode off to the corridors outside, with the simple instructions "Come on!"
