A Crown of Thorns

Snowfall

Andy's POV.

"If he doesn't wake up Andy, you're going to have to marry another prince." My mother's words stung as I walked out of Ryan's room. She's been following me around all morning, giving her thoughts on my situation.

Ryan had been stabbed in the right shoulder, loosing a lot of blood. The wound was healing and he was still breathing. It was just a matter of when we would wake up. It had roughly been about three days since the accident. King Mikey was being detained by his country and waiting for the charges to me set on him.

"Mother." I sigh. "I know you want the best for me, but I can't hear this right now."

"You really need to keep the options ope.."

"I don't want options!" I snap right outside of the room Ryan was being treated in. "I don't want to marry anyone other than Rye. So, if he doesn't wake up, You're just going to have to deal with me running England on my own."

I turn the handle walking into the room. "Don't let her in."

The maids just nod leaving me alone with Ryan. Seeing him like this brought tears to my eyes every time. Everyone else kept saying I would get used to it until he woke up. I didn't want to get used to it, I wanted him awake.

I wanted him to hug me and say he loves me. I wanted to look into his eyes and desperately try to figure out what went on in his head, because the way he looked at me made me feel special.

When he looked at me, I felt like everything was going to be okay. Everything was warm, happy, and he felt like home. And that was the hardest part, knowing my home might not ever wake up.

I wipe my silent tears examining his face. All his, usually stiff, features were soft and relaxed.

"You're so perfect." I mumble, my hand softly running  through his messy brown hair.

I let my eyes slowly make their way up to the window, finding a soft snow storm was covering the ground.

I never really liked rainstorms. But snow, snow was different. It was silent and calm, slowly cascading. Not harsh and fast like thunderstorms.

The snow used to remind me of my father, calm and joyful. Every year around my birthday we would watch the snow fall. Both in warm blankets and hot drinks.

He would go on and on about how extraordinary it was, how the snow reminded him of so many things.

Back then It didn't reminded me of anything, until my father was gone. The snow immediately bringing up his memory every time I see it.

Yet now as I was watching the ground fill with soft white powder, all I could think about was Ryan. Wondering if he liked the snow as much as he liked thunderstorms.

If he found it as calming as I found him. How he was always my safe place. The hand I would hold if I got to overwhelmed.

Maybe he found it impossibly perfect, in the same way that I found him.

It was cheesy really, to think about things like that. Although I did find myself smiling by the end of my thoughts.

I bring my eyes back to the boy Laying, almost lifelessly, in front of me.

"You know today was supposed to be our wedding day."

It was painful to think about. All the servants giving me looks of sadness and pity. The entire castle was in a sad slump from another push back of the wedding. The fear of them not having a king, hanging above their heads.

"You were supposed to watch me walk down the isle." I sniffle. "And we would lock eyes like we did the day I arrived, back when I didn't know you as good as I do now. And I would've gotten the same feeling you've always given me when I see you."