The Prince's Trust

Lil, Fluffy and Cute

I wrote a fluffy chapter for everyone who was a bit exhausted by all the angst recently ❤️ 🐴

I'd made it back to camp quickly and was struck by how quiet it was. Surely we hadn't been that long up there? I jumped off Coco and felt a chill pass through my bones, it really was late if the temperature had dropped so dramatically.

I tied Coco up and checked on Bambi and Chips, both of whom were asleep. I smiled and crept from the stables so I didn't wake them up. I did up my quilted jacket which I loved, it was so warm and woolly but I only ever wanted to wear it for special occasions since it was the nicest thing I owned.

I was dawdling towards the Princes tent, with a little skip in my step when I thought about how he held me, how he always made my heart do little summersaults and put butterflies in my tummy, I found myself waiting just to feel it again.

After absently passing random tents, most of which I'd never stepped foot inside of, my attention was caught by a flicker of light in Bobs medical tent . I hadn't seen Johnathan since that first day he arrived and I didn't want to disturb his recovery because by the sounds of it, he was still unconscious.

I probably should've walked away, gone straight to the Prince's tent like he'd told me to but my curiosity got the better of me when I heard whispering from within.

"-it was hard today. Saying goodbye... I wish you could have been with us buddy but Ant was talking about honouring him back home aswell. It was a good service, military like he deserved... but it was hard... worse for Ant but I'm proud of him. He held it together."

I felt like I was invading something sacred as I listened to Robbie speak to his friend, but as soon as he mentioned the Prince I just couldn't walk away like I should have.

Robbie let out a long sigh and continued, "I am worried about him Johnny. He drinks too much... and it been two days... he only came out of his tent for the funeral. He won't even talk to the manservant he's so fond of... he's isolating himself again... just like he did all those years ago. I think Tris is doing okay... but you know him, always wants to prove he's strong like the older boys." The knight laughed and I smiled, I liked listening to him talk about his friends.

"I think Antman's gonna move the troops out tomorrow. He's angry and not thinking straight. He's sending them all down south and I can't convince him other wise.... I mean... I'm angry too... what Pier's has done to you and... and Gary... I'm gonna kill him with my bare hands... but we should all retreat back north or else we are leaving our people free for slaughter."

I frowned and looked down at my feet, the Prince wanted to travel south? That didn't make any sense... If he moved any further south he'd be across the border, besides the enemy was trying to go around us so wouldn't that mean we'd basically be giving them an all access pass to take over the lower villages?

My Instincts told me something was wrong with all of that, but I decided I wasn't qualified question a princes judgement.

"I just wish you'd wake up John... we need you out here. Now that Gary's passed you've gotta be the mother hen of the group... I-I can't do it alone."

I felt bad for Robbie, I wanted to help. Not think it through again, I stupidly, followed my instincts and walked straight in.

Two swords were at my throat in a matter of seconds and I squeaked in terror, holding completely still. I shook a little on the spot and slowly peaked open my eyes.

"Stand down men." Robbie ordered and just like that, the swords were removed.

I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding and relaxed a bit, giving the soldiers a shy smile.