Middle of the Week Motivation

The Recipe to a Royal's Love

It was hot as Jack worked in the kitchen, the green haired man rolling up his sleeves and brushing his hair out of his face as he stirred the pot of soup. A cool breeze drifted in through the open door, and the ocean eyed man made a mental note to close the door before he left. He had gotten in trouble for leaving it open when he wasn't around before, the guards scolding him because they were afraid any random stranger could've gotten in. Jack had apologized, of course, temporarily afraid of losing his job, but the guards let him off, though they warned that if he did it again then they'd surely have his head.

Jack was preparing for the royals dinner, all he ever did was cook food for them, but cooking was a passion of his, so he never really minded. Other cooks came and went but Jack and a waitress name Celestia always remained. Good thing Jack liked her, He would hate to be stuck with anyone else day after day. Emerald eyes, wavy blonde hair, and a charming personality, that's how Jack would describe the young teen. The girl was about ten years younger than him, though her 18th birthday was coming up soon. He would have to make her something special on that day.

Jack was pulled out of his thoughts as Celestia came bounding into the room, taking the salads Jack had made half an hour ago off the counter and quickly hurrying out to the dining area. This was basically Jack's five minute warning. With a sigh he silently willed the soup to cook faster, before adding a few herbs and scooping it out of the pot and into some bowls, placing them on the counter so Celestia could grab them without burning herself. He leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen, carefully not to knock over any of the bowls, and watched as the main course cooked in the oven. He'd have a little bit more time now, but only a few minutes after the soup was finished, before the main course was needed to be served.

The Fischbach's had guests over, royalty from another kingdom, and that's why everyone was a little on edge. Everyone wanted to do their best, to show off and get complimented, but mostly to make their kingdom not look like a bunch of bumbling idiots. The Royal family was usually very nice, and they still were, even with company around which Jack was very grateful for. He had heard too many horror stories from countless others whose royalty wasn't like that. Jack shuttered at the thought. He couldn't imagine the Fischbach's not being nice.

But that's really besides the point. The night went well, the guest were quite happy and as usual, Celestia made sure to lavish all the praise on Jack, giving no credit to herself. They playfully bantered back and forth, before they just broke out into laughter, giving each other and hug and heading their separate ways to go sleep. Even with such success, Jack'd be lying if he didn't admit that he was happy the guests had left. It certainly caused a lot less stress on everyone.

Especially a certain raven haired Prince named Mark. He had felt the visiting princesses gaze on him the whole entire time, greatful to be finally free from her flirty advances. His parents always shot him apologetic glances as he tried to politely push her away, and his younger brother, Tim, well, he didn't understand. While he tried not to be, Mark often found himself envious of his younger brother, the dark brown haired child was only 7, 20 years younger than Mark. He was so carefree, so full of the energy Mark often found he was lacking. His younger brother never seemed to get tired, always running around, though the few times he did, he always crashed. It was like Tim had two modes: on and off. Maybe Mark could find something that would do that to him. Or someone.

A few days later, Jack sat on the island again, his legs swinging back and forth, enjoying the cool breeze that drifted in through the once again open door. His attention was drawn away from the outside world as he heard footsteps on the stone stairs that lead to the kitchen. Much to his surprise, Tim peaked into the kitchen, eyes widening as Jack stared right at him.

"What ya doing buddy?" Jack asked softly, a smile appearing on his face as he hopped onto the floor, walking over to the tiny prince. "It's past your bedtime, you know?"