Jack-Chapter 21

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The clattering of bowling pins at the other side of the loud and stinky room brought Jack out of his forlorn thoughts. He couldn't stay focused on the game no matter how hard he tried.

"Are you going to snap out of this mood of yours or am I going to have to call the guys to slap it right out of you?" Michael joked as he punched Jack in the shoulder.

Jack laughed mirthlessly as he fingered the bowling ball and bowled, the ball missing completely and running into the gutter. Definitely not his A game. "Sorry, I'm just having a hard time focusing. Totally lame, I know."

Michael grinned knowingly, raising his eyebrows at him. "Jackie boy, have you found yourself a woman? I thought you weren't interested in dating."

He frowned as he turned away from Michael and bowled his second shot, this time hitting the pins square in the middle and knocking them all down. "I wasn't," he muttered, but then corrected himself against his will. "I'm not. She's not even attainable anyways. It's the end of the line for us."

The two of them sat in one of the chairs at the table, sitting across from each other with a pizza between them that Michael had already eaten more than half of. Jack didn't feel like eating much.

"How come?" Michael asked through a mouthful of pizza which normally would have made Jack laugh, but he didn't have it in him anymore.

Jack shrugged, absently rolling his soda cup between his palms. "Let's just say that she's nobility from Iceland and no one bothered to tell me. Like I said. Un. A. Tainable. I don't want to talk about it anymore. How are your endeavors with getting that wife of yours?"

Michael chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Working on it. I attend speed dating every week but nothing seems to click. I'll keep trying, though, and you shouldn't give up either. Icelandic nobility still need their princes, right?"

A snort of laughter burst from Jack's mouth as he shook his head. If only Michael knew the truth, then he probably wouldn't be saying these things. If only he knew the truth of the past in the other realms, then maybe he'd keep his mouth shut or at least tell Jack that nope, he definitely didn't have a chance.

Jack, Theo's voice came into his mind loud and clear. It's time. You can't skip this, you know you can't.

I know! Jack replied a little testily, rolling his shoulders to try and relieve the tension he felt inside. A little bit gentler, he said, Give me a minute and I'll be right over.

He couldn't believe it was happening so soon. It had only been three days since he found out who Elsa really was, and now it was time for the moment that everyone had only hoped for in the past twenty-two years. After all this time, Ledas was finally going to receive its queen.

Jack pretended to check the time on his watch and gave Michael an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I have to go right now. Let's catch up again soon?"

His friend nodded and held up his drink in goodbye. "Good luck with your woman."

Rolling his eyes amusedly, Jack exited the bowling alley and when no one was around, he melded into the snowy wind which took him back to Ledas, a place he hadn't stepped into for three whole days. Yes, he was purposefully avoiding Elsa, but mostly because his heart couldn't take it. Did she know the truth yet? Would she hate him if she found out?

He stopped right at the gates of the palace, staring up at it in wondering awe. It looked beautiful and magnificent again, almost as if the last twenty-two years hadn't led to its deterioration. The beautiful, sparkling spires rose up to the skies in an array of blues and pinks and purples and greens, shimmering underneath the sunlight. It glistened just like Elsa's eyes.

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