crankgameplays imagines

[21] blooming (pt. 5)

((last one i promise!))

((also super long, 4k words! my normal parts are ~1k))

You and Prince Ethan collected as many flowers as you could hold, putting them in baskets upon baskets that were in your house. He looked around your house with a tilted head. "It's so... small."

"I am an orphan peasant that makes her living by selling flowers." You pointed out, lining your arms with baskets to carry as many as possible. "Now come on, the sun's up so the marketplace will be packed, we need to try to get ahead of the crowds."

He carried his own baskets of flowers on one arm, his other hand still resting on his sword. The only time you'd seen him relax and take his mind off that thing was when you two were alone in the meadows, picking flowers and sharing childhood memories. It was so serene and leisurely that you could almost believe the boy with you was human, and not some perfect deity on Earth.

Back on the town streets, you felt tense again, hoping that nobody would recognize that you were with Prince Ethan. As you carefully treaded, something knocked into your legs, where you couldn't see because of the baskets. One slipped, and Prince Ethan immediately drew his sword protectively. When you looked down you saw a familiar little girl staring at the blade with fearful eyes.

"Put that thing away!" You snapped at him before kneeling down the brunette girl's height. "Hey Lilly! You want a flower?"

She nodded, lips still shut as the prince sheathed his sword again. Reaching into a basket, you pulled out a flower of a deep blueish purple and held it out to her. "Thank you, Y/N!" Lilly squealed, kissing you on the cheek before darting back down the street.

You had an almost wistful smile as you collected your baskets and started walking again. "Who was she?" The man beside you asked curiously.

"My neighbor's daughter. She comes by the stand everyday so I give her a flower. Anything purple are her favorites."

"Wow. This is your living and you still give free flowers to little girls."

He seemed almost in awe at your generosity as he spoke, and you could only shrug bashfully. It was just something nice to do for a kid.

Back at the palace, Sylvester took the baskets from the Prince and led you towards a room that was empty except for a few tables. "This is perfect, thank you!" You smiled to Sylvester, bowed your head to Prince Ethan, and began looking over your selection.

After having arranged and rearranged several kinds many times, you realized you weren't alone. Prince Ethan was still in the room, watching you meticulously count out and piece together various flowers. Ignoring him, you finally decided on a ratio of forget-me-nots, baby's breath, and a couple touches of silver brunia for the blue/silver theme the Prince decided upon.

You eventually realized you'd need to acknowledge his presence, you needed ribbon to tie them together. "Is there ribbon I could use?"

He started, as if awaking from a trance, and quickly regained his cool composure, walking towards the door. "Uh sure, I'll be back."

A minute later, he returned with a few different colors of ribbon in his hand, and laid them out on the table. For the smaller arrangements like this one, you decided to use the silver one, and for the large centerpieces, the blue. Prince Ethan had already explained how many of each kind would be needed, thirty small ones for each guest table and two medium ones for the outer royal tables, and a large showstopper for the Royal family's table.