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/N: Nothing even close to that picture above, happened. But I love the picture anyway.
Several days passed after my debutante ball. I guessed the event had been a success in itself, because now I received a surprising lot of invitations to different Trylle cities - even in the Skojare capital city, Storvatten - from all sorts of rich and sophisticated families.
People must have actually changed their opinions about me - seeing that I had hosted my debutante so "responsibly and chivalrously" and that my abilities were so "beautiful and well-controlled already".
Most had already decided that I was worth the crown - that I would make a good prince, and a good King in the future. These days, presents kept piling up outside our door. Most of them were quite useless - China cutlery, tribe souvenirs, antique decoration pieces, jewellery and books.
But those few who sent me expensive chocolates, home-baked cakes and dry fruits were quite welcome from my personal side.
Many traditional letters, emails, messages and voicemails were sent to me - and quite peculiarly, Eleanor liked to classify them as fan mail and love letters. Each one of the 'love letters' were pathetic to my eyes and ears, adorned with sketchpen hearts and crowns, bucketfuls of unnecessarily compliments that are perhaps genuinely meant to be flattering but sound rather foolishly nauseating instead.
Whenever I went outside now, people stared, gasped, giggled, pointed at me, and often courtesied and approached me nervously for a talk. It was almost as if I were a celebrity. People with carefully hidden cameras, seemed to follow me about everywhere. It was kind-of odd.
Oliver had not said anything to me about whether I had fulfilled my role as my debutante's host adequately or not - I was getting to see so less of him, anyway.
Speaking of the King, as it turned out, he had been quite serious when he had said that he was done with my necromancy. When I had appeared outside his door the next day morning, questioning if we were training today or not, he had harshly sent me away, saying that he wasn't interested anymore. And he was good to his word.
Even surprising was that I found myself oddly missing the classes with Oliver Staad. Despite how angry and cruel and abusive and irate he had been, the King had shown me an entire new universe of things which I had never known I could do.
With his assistance, I had managed to learn so many intricate necromantic tricks in such a short time. And now that I had found out the root behind his misery and why the King was always so horrible to everyone, I really wanted to help him - him and Zoe. The only problem was that he had shut me out and refused to let me help.
On the 10th of August (my birthday), I have honestly no idea how everyone knew, but so many messages, cards, greetings, presents and demands for a birthday party, awaited me. I was candidly stunned when Eleanor woke me up from my sleep with a shower of fan mail.
