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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The Queen was good to her word; she did put in a lot of efforts to 'make me happy' in the city. Unfortunately and ironically, her efforts were the reason why I might want to go back home all the more.
She sent Kyle, Bella and Madelyn luncheon invites at the palace, and tragically, all 3 were more than happy to accept the friendly invitation. When Naomi broke the news to me during breakfast, I almost spat my breakfast at her face in shock, before remembering that I needed to look like she had just done me a great favour.
Eleanor had simply chuckled and said that it might be good practice for the debutante ball, if I was already hosting luncheons, parties and night stays in the palace. (Night stays! I practically fainted at that!)
There was no way I was sleeping in the same room with . . . .with anyone in the palace (except maybe Eleanor; come on, even as a prince, I'm allowed to have amorous urges at times). Initially, I had only fancied the girl because she was sexy, brave, confident, beautiful, badass and made good company. Now . . . .ever since that crazy night we spent in The Nocturnal City, it was like I had found a 1000 more attractive things in her which I had somehow never seen before.
I now knew her heart by heart. It was as if - Okay, stop it! You, Jasper Frost, are being terribly melodramatic and it is pissing me off! So, quit talking about Eleanor Wilde, and instead focus upon how you are going to survive a luncheon with a super-creepy, Trylle version of Lily, a super-theoretical and super-serious boy, and your troll step-cousin!
It already sounded horrible.
After a long debate with myself about whether to wear semi-formal or casuals, I decided on a funny text tee, ripped jeans and converse. A little old fashioned really, when so much more was on trend these days, but the Trylle Society seemed to be frozen somewhere around 2020 anyway.
Madelyn Laris arrived first. As soon as the palace doorbell was rung, I began scrambling up and down the living room, wildly chewed my fingernails and began to pray that it was anyone but one of my 3 guests - until Eleanor sighed and dragged me out to the main hall, so that I could open the main door and personally welcome the person at the door.
"Hello." I spoke, hoping I didn't sound obviously nauseated, uninterested or scared.
"Hiya!" Madelyn greeted, bowed at me with a smile and then entered the mansion.
"Er, thanks for the sophisticated bow. I would've bowed back too, but His Annoying Majesty says that since I am a prince, I should keep my head up high and not bow to anyone. Sorry, I'm weird." I apologised.
Madelyn only let out another laugh. "His Annoying Majesty, huh? Looks like someone isn't very fond of his dad."
"I'd be lying if I said I was." I whispered. "Won't you sit?" I asked louder.
"Sure." Madelyn perched on the sofa elegantly. She noticed Eleanor, standing firmly and professionally, at the corner of the room, and waved at her.
