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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This could not be happening to me - not after all the fun we had tonight, not after the first set of enjoyable hours for . . . .yeah, for the first time in my dull, boring life.
"Good morning, father." was all I could muster in front of the man. "How good to . . . .er, see you."
"I could say the same about you. . ." Oliver replied, with bitter cruelty in his tone. "Son. Could you perhaps explain the reason for your abrupt decision to leave the palace the middle of the night?"
"Your Highness, I could explain - " Eleanor began, but I cut her off.
Eleanor! Oh, no! I couldn't do this to Eleanor! It was my stupid decision to run away and 'burn my money' and 'have fun'. It was even my idea to drag her along with me. I couldn't let her suffer because I had done something extremely stupid and had decided to involve her in my stupidity.
No, not her! Not when she was just so young. Not when she had no bigger options or career choices in life. Not when she had only had fun like this for the first time in her life. Not when she was so innocent, and I was the real devil.
"It's okay, no need for making up excuses, Eleanor." I shut her off, trying to sound as regretful and honest as I could possibly be. "I'll admit it to you; I have been miserable ever since I have been dragged into this terrible city. It's boring and lonely and pathetic and totally unlike what I am used to. And I had better things in life to look forward to, so I decided to run away tonight.
"I hotwired a car from your garage and even got past the guards at the gates, but I couldn't escape my tracker. Eleanor came after me, to stop me and to persuade me to remain here. She . . . .told me about the importance of my role as the prince, about what havoc I might create in the society if I abruptly decided to quit my Royal duties. She basically convinced me to give Förening and the people here another try, so . . . I'm back. Not that I'd mind leaving again; you only need to ask - "
"Shut up!" Oliver snapped, startling me out of my skin. For a moment I wondered if he had seen right through me and knew that I was lying; but then, he looked at Eleanor with cold but rather grateful eyes and said "Thank you for realising what this daft boy couldn't realise and for convincing him to come back here. Now, if you could give us some privacy?"
"Of course, Your Majesty." Eleanor spoke as if nothing was wrong, and retreated back to her bedroom. I could tell, though, that now she was worried and guilty for I was the one in trouble instead.
"You!" Oliver pointed at me. "Follow me!"
I sadly followed my father to his office upstairs - a vast room, furnished in mahogany and glass, and filled with books from the ceiling to the floor. Oliver lazily seated himself on a grandiose swivel chair and turned to look at me with cold, mocking eyes.
"Now don't fret yourself over such myriad issues." He waved his hand carelessly. "If you are thinking that I am going to shout at you upon your traitorous decision to fancily run away from the palace and ditch all your countless Royal responsibilities, then you are quite wrong. Frankly, I do admit, it drives one insane to live in such a place, fortuned to such a fate. Horrible! But, let me remind you, Jasper Staad, it shall however not be taken lightly if you do attempt in running away from your fate.
"It is a sign of utmost cowardice and treason. You shall be hunted for the rest of your life and never forgiven, if you ever do such a thing. It will be a shame upon a pre existing shame. The last thing the kingdom needs is a coward! And you will NOT prove yourself a coward! Do you understand me?" Oliver flung a photoframe from his desk at the floor in anger.
I hesitantly bent down to pick up the frame, but before I could, the King himself reached down and seized the photo frame away. And yet, just a second before he had done so, I felt like I had glimpsed someone in the picture - someone I might've known or seen before.
Oliver cleared his throat majestically. "Now, let's come to the main thing. I have heard that you can see, hear and talk to spirits. Is that true, or did you only say it to prove yourself worthy of the crown with a dreadful lie?"
"It is true." I replied.
"Well, well. So, summon before me the spirit of my mother Queen Wendy." He ordered.
"I can't, er, really do that. I don't even know if I can call or summon a particular ghost - especially if I've never seen her before. I can only hear and talk to them if they are by default in front of me." I explained clumsily.
"And how utterly pointless is that!" Oliver exclaimed dully. "So, as it turns out, you really are good for nothing. The only so-called special talent you possessed, turns out to be amateur and weak!"
"I can communicate with the dead, and that is a great talent in itself." I claimed, becoming increasingly confident and defensive of myself. "And I have other talents too. I can swim upto - "
"I don't care how fast or elegantly you can swim! You can't run the kingdom by swimming!" Oliver snapped. "And my point remains unchanged; you are a weakling, Jasper! Don't take it in the wrong way, but you are one. Your abilities are . . . .simply not as strong and flourished as the kingdom would like to see them. You so desperately require an ability-trainer, someone to guide you on what you are capable of doing and just how you can do that."
"Do all Royal Trylle have one?" I questioned, seeming rather bored.
"Yes." The King paused to give the efficient emphasis. "But not all are privileged enough to have their very own father training them about their abilities."
"You! . . . You will be training me!?"
"Now, now, don't get so disheartened. You heard it correctly." Oliver answered patiently.
"Don't tell me that you too can see and communicate with ghosts!"
"I can't, I'll admit. But I am . . . .certainly closer to your abilities than most would be. Besides, if you could utilise your talents to their fullest, it could mean a lot more to me than it could to you."
I couldn't believe this! First getting caught after having such an amazing overnight adventure with Eleanor; then being sentenced to the torture of training with His Royal Asshole Oliver Staad!!
"So, it seems like you are working very selfishly indeed, aren't you?"
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't." The King snarled cruelly. "But I have reasons - and hope. No arguments, and if you try to run away even once again . . .you've had it. Our first class begins tomorrow morning. Eight 'o clock, sharp, in my office. Any doubts?"
"No, sir." I muttered.
"Speak loud and clear! A prince doesn't mutter! He is meant to be in the prominence - not in the shadows!" Oliver barked.
"No, sir. Do doubts." I repeated, clearer this time.
"Also, you have your debutante ball coming up. I hope your tracker can take care of your preparations for that. Just . . . .tell her, that the date has been confirmed; the ball is this coming Saturday. And I expect to see the best of you during your ball."
I remained stunned. A ball? A debutante? What the hell was that, even? Eleanor had sure not told me about anything of this sort! And it was this coming Saturday! How was I supposed to 'show my best' by this Saturday?
"You are dismissed." Oliver announced, rather irate by the obvious shock and confusion on my face. "Tomorrow morning, sharp at eight." He reminded pointedly, just as I shut the door behind myself.
