Sanders Sides Boiz Oneshot REPRISE

Storyteller [Patcani] (Royalty AU) (Trans Pride AU)

Pollina = Patton. FtM Trans Pride. It's late at night and I decided to roll with it because I feel really worthless today for no reason :( 

STORYTIME!

"Pollina! Come forth! We have a surprise for you!"

Emile stood in the throne room carrying naught but his instrument and a smile upon his face. He made sure his glasses fit nicely with the silken pink clothes he adorned himself in to differentiate himself from a crowd. He was a traveling bard, a storyteller if you will, and well renowned across the country. He had heard that the castle was looking for a new entertainer in their cast and decided he'd audition for the role. It seems that the Princess must like him first, that is why the queen called out for her daughter and the king slumped in his chair in a melancholy humph. He seemed to be then nihilistic, or pessimistic for those who don't know the word, type.

Emile gasped and took off the hat he wore, holding it to his chest when he saw her. Her long brunette hair stretched to her midriff even though she wore braids. Her eyes sparkled like the ocean's gray waves and her freckles scattered across her face like Constellations in the gorgeous night sky. She was absolutely beautiful by appearance, but he didn't know if she's was beauitful on the inside as well. She wore baby blue robes that covered her body elegantly, giving her the innocent princess look. She seemed very sad, very distressed, and very uncomfortable. Her eyes were red and puffy as though she had been crying. She met Emile's eyes and offered a weak smile, her front tooth slightly chipped. 

"Now Pollina, Why don't you go to that lovely little garden of your soul and have the bard sing you a song? Your father and I have audiences to attend to. Run along!"

The Queen waved Emile off in a hurry the second the princess was standing in front of Emile. Princess Pollina just nodded and softly wraooed her hand around Emile's wrist and started walking. Her grasp was weak and her hand was cold. Emile felt a deep pity in his heart for her. Nobody should ever feel such a burden or sorrow so large that they cannot find a reason to smile. Even if it's just for a short while, everyone should have some sort of positivity to fall back upon. It made him curious onto what was bothering her, and what he could do to fix it during this short time he gets to spend with her.

 He fastened his hat back on his head and held his instrument in his free hand as Princess Pollina lead him outside the castle and to the gardens. She sat him down near the fountain. Bird sung and flowers bloomed, the sun graced the earth with both warmth and light and the entire place was filled with greenery. All these reasons to smile and the princess doesn't have one. Poor dear. She sat down on the side of the fountain next to Emile and stared at him. Her voice was so heartbreaking Emile felt like he had just been stabbed in the chest.

"What kind of stories do you tell? I'm a sucker for one with a happy ending..."

Her voice trailed off, barely above a whisper. What happened to this beautiful diamond? Emile took his instrument into his lap, strumming the strings to make sure that it is correctly tuned. Only the best for the fairest princess in all the land. What kind of story should he tell? Definately one with a happy ending. There was nothing that could happen that would prevent him from his goal: making this princess smile. He grinned carelessly and tried to make his smile contagious. He wanted her to catch it.

"Then I shall tell you a story with the happiest ending of all. I will tell whatever story you want me to tell, sing whatever song you want me to sing, and dance whatever you want me to dance. I am here to make sure you are happy and smiling."

She looked down are her hands, thinking for a moment. Emile glanced down at her hands too. He hadn't realized that they were painted a deep blue to rival the pale color of her dress. Then he looked up to her face. She was thinking hard with melancholy looming around her, seething from her expression. He watched her take a long breath from her nose and exhale deeply from her mouth, as if calming some sort of nerve. She looked back up at him, eyebrows curved upwards like a drawbridge being lifted.