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[16] blooming (pt. 1)

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((also, this is a royal au boi!!))

Walking through the bustling market of your town square, you craned your neck to try to find an open place to set up your stall. You sold flowers to support yourself after your parents had died years ago. Today, you had some of your favorite kinds, chrysanthemums, carnations, and orobanches.

Finally, you found a small area tucked around a corner where you could set down your buckets. You greeted the passerby with a smile on your face, even though none of them stopped to buy flowers.

As you stood there for hours in the hot sun, you could feel a sweat working up. But nonetheless, you kept offering flowers to the townspeople. It was sometime in the afternoon when your stomach started growing loudly, and you willed it to stop. You didn't have enough money to buy food yet.

Word of a fancy carriage approaching the kingdom rushed through the people. Of course, the yearly nobles' ball was happening soon, the princes of neighboring kingdoms would be arriving. Suddenly, the glowing white carriage stopped in front of your stand. You gulped, curtsying to the man stepping out of it.

"Hello." He said kindly, and you risked glancing up to see a tan man with deep brown hair and a friendly smile on his face. "You may stand."

"Thank you." You mumbled quietly, still not making eye contact with the prince.

"What is your name?"

"Y/N, sir."

"I'm Prince Mark Fischbach, of Iplier." He introduced himself cordially, and you knew he seemed familiar. Your kingdom and the Iplier kingdom had very good relations. "Could you arrange a bouquet for my fiancée?"

"Of course, Your Highness. Which flowers would you like?"

"Golden, like her hair."

At the pure affection in his voice, you smiled to yourself. You arranged the bouquet of marigolds, yellow chrysanthemums, and a little bit of baby's breath and freesia for some contrast from all the yellows. Finally, you tied it together with a purple ribbon that you had bought years ago and promised to save for a special customer. A prince's fiancée was surely special enough.

"Here you go, Your Highness." You bowed your head as you held the finished product out to him.

"You are very good at this, thank you, Y/N." Prince Mark said approvingly, and gestured one of his servants over. The squirrelly man brought out a small bag and presented it to his master.

The prince opened it, nodded to himself, then set the bag down on the table with a faint jingle. "Your payment, miss. Thank you again."

As he walked away, you peered into the bag and your eyes widened at the many glittering coins inside it. These could sustain you for months!

"Your Highness, I can't accept this!" You called after him, but he was already in the carriage.

With a sigh, you watched it roll away and determined that you'd use the money wisely and never forget that you were indebted to him.

Several days rolled by and the prince's ball was almost upon the kingdom. You woke up the day before, prepared to go flower picking in the meadow behind your house before setting out to the market. However, in the middle of your dressing, a loud series of knocks struck your door. Quickly, you pulled on the rest of your clothes and ran to the front door.