Despite everything bad about this place, Eleanor Wilde did genuinely put in her best to not make me feel lonely or homesick. Of course most of her efforts included studying in the library or learning about medieval rulers and historical events, but the girl did have some pretty fun recreational ideas too.
She often treated me some of Jessica Sköld's baked puddings and cheescakes; often took me around the city, to marvel at the beautiful architecture, the gardens, mansions and the Trylle way of living.
We often spent time in the Secret Garden, Eleanor, calmly reading a book or admiring the nature, and myself, climbing trees and jumping into the lake for a quick swim (which irritated Eleanor. A lot.).
We went for frequent strolls in the bluffs or by the river Mississippi (where Eleanor had to practically hold me by my arm, to keep me from jumping into the river).
The first time Queen Naomi gave me my own allowance (a surprisingly large sum, that too), saying that I must be allowed to have my own money and spend it at my will (being the Prince, and all that), I straightaway ran up to Eleanor with the amusing news.
"Hey! Eleanor!" I called out to her, sliding down the spiral marble stairs railing in the North Wing. "Guess what my step-mom gave me!"
Eleanor stood outside one of the spare guest rooms, with her hands on her hips, wearing the typical expression that said she knew something terribly stupid was coming up.
"Ha-ha! Prince pocket money!" I laughed. "Is that not ridiculous?"
"Did you really have to wake up the whole palace to show me your prince pocket money?" Eleanor whispered.
"SORRY!! I DIDN'T QUITE GET WHAT YOU SAID! COULD YOU REPEAT THAT, ELEANOR WILDE??!" I spoke deliberately loud, my voice echoing all over the palace.
Eleanor turned away in embarrassment. I started laughing, and a moment later, she slapped me playfully and started laughing too. "Come on, now!" I spoke, softer. "I've got to burn this money."
"Burn this?!!" Eleanor looked aghast.
"Not literally!" I explained impatiently. "I've just got a real good place where I'd like to spend my allowance."
"Are you out of your mind?! It's 10 'o clock in the night!" Eleanor whisper exclaimed.
"For the first one, yes I am out of my mind. For the second one, I do know the time, girl." I flashed her my big wristwatch. "Now, no word. Just come along with me."
And without waiting further for a reply, I simply pulled Eleanor by her hand. We passed through a couple more corridors (by now, I had mastered my directions all around the palace), giggled wildly through a few more staircases, until we had finally reached the front gates.
"Come on, now. It's your chance to be useful. Lead me to where the Mad King keeps his cars." I said.
"Jasper, you are being absurd! We cannot leave this late in the night! The entire household - the palace, the entire kingdom - would go crazy if anyone by chance noticed that we are missing!"
"Seriously, Eleanor!? Everyone is sleeping right now! Nobody would bloody notice if I am there or not, and my father would have a much pleasant night if he learns that I am not sleeping under his roof." I insisted. "Just . . . .let go of the rules for tonight! Tonight, we're free!"
"How exciting. Now, can we go back to our rooms?" She replied dryly.
"No." I replied, before dragging her along with me, outside the palace gates. "Now, where is your nice little Audi?"
"Are you on drugs, Jasper? Or steroids?" Eleanor questioned.
"I call it the magic of freedom - and craziness." I answered elegantly.
"You're definitely on drugs."
"You didn't really answer my question, I seemed to notice. The King's cars?"
Eleanor answered obviously against her will. "In the Royal Garage."
"Thanks." I grinned. "Sounds like they keep mules and sophisticated horse carriages there, though. You sure I'll find an actual car in the Royal Garage? And not some 19 hundred mustang shit."
"We don't have mustangs in the garage." Eleanor replied, with an if-looks-could-kill look on her face.
Within 5 minutes, I had (sort-of) hotwired a fancy-looking white convertible, and was seated on the driver's seat, sexily stroking the steering wheel like a boss, while Eleanor sat beside me, white undisguised rage on her face.
"Well, what are you sitting here for? Can you even drive?" Eleanor questioned, obviously pissed.
"Of course! You'd be sorry you ever doubted me." I winked (my companion gave a revolted look, like she could already sense something crazy coming up), and then I suddenly jerked the car forward into motion - nearly throwing Eleanor in the boot of the convertible.
I calmly found my way to the gates of Förening, where the 2 lazy guards seemed abruptly recalled to life by the appearance of my car. "Yessir?" One of them hurried forward to inquire.
"Tracker Wilde needs to run an errand in Minnesota. And it's urgent." I spoke smoothly.
If Eleanor looked horrified, stunned or murderous, the guards didn't notice it, for they immediately obliged to my lie and threw the wrought iron gates open for the car to pass. I gave Eleanor a look of triumph.
Once we were at a safe distance from Förening itself, I began speeding. Eleanor was silent by my side. "Are you running away?" She asked quietly.
"Well, just for tonight."
"And where do you plan on going?" Eleanor asked tiredly.
"Trust me, there's an awesome place I know of."
"And did you seriously need to take me along too?"
"Well, misery loves company." She didn't reply to this. "Don't you worry, though; once we reach there, I won't be miserable anymore."
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The Illegitimate Prince | Trylle Fanfiction
FanfictionA 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...
