Love comes in many forms.
Speaking about it, imagining it, and melting at the mere prospect of it can leave you giddy with its richness.
But defining it, expressing or experiencing it - that's a different game.
Elijah - the heir to the throne of...
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"Tell me what love is."
"I don't know."
"Tell me."
"But, I don't know it?"
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't. Why would I try to hide it if I do?"
Aaliyah sighed with a loud huff and narrowed her eyes doubtfully.
"Elijah, the preparations for your pre-coronation ceremony is happening right now."
"I've realised that, thank you."
It was only too apparent in our surroundings, because not a single person - mostly the servants - would go without mentioning it; constantly conversing about the millions of duties each of them has to take on for this royal event to be perfect.
The whole kingdom became engulfed in celebratory madness once the King had released the news that the pre-coronation ceremony was to commence in a week. A colossal function was going to take place a week before I was crowned, where royalties from all other places would be present in order to give their blessings for my future on the throne.
I was only feeling everything but blessed about it.
"Brother, are you completely sure you don't have an answer yet? People from the other kingdoms will ask, tease and bother the hell out of you about it-"
"Aaliyah! How many times do I tell you to not use such foul language?"
"Oh, be quiet. And do not try to distract me," She quickly looked around her - seemingly checking if there was anyone lurking about and whispered, "Do you at least have a fabricated answer?"
I stared at her with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?"
She tilted her head at me with a disbelieving expression. "You know what I mean. Don't you at least have an answer that you've completely come up with on your own, without any experience or evidence, and only you know that it's made up?"
"How can I just come up with an answer to the meaning of love, without any experience, Lia? How is that even possible, making it all up on my own?"
Lia smirked and motioned me to come closer with her forefinger, as her voice shifted into an even lower whisper. "Eli, this is something I want you to only keep between you and me. I've done some searching and there's this concept - an idea no one in our land knows about and something that could definitely provide useful in your situation."
I leaned forward, almost bumping my head with her.
"What is it?"
"They call it complete and utter bullshit."
I sprang forward and clamped my hand down on Lia's mouth, while she protested wildly with a grin that couldn't be stopped by my palm.
"My goodness. Do not ever repeat such abominable terms!Tellme, you crazy creature, have you spoken about this with anyone else?"
