By the time Fredrick had opened his eyes again, it seemed to be way past afternoon, since the room was dark. He laid sprawled with his arms open, legs open and eyes half closed. There was no doubt in his mind, he was genuinely stuck in this body and the original owner was dead.
A pinch on his cheek for reassurance, before he had to sink back to reality.
He shifted his head and slowly inch by inch scanned the room, that was littered with jewelry on the floor and several intricate dresses stacked on top of one another made of soft fabric that even the wealthiest nobles could never acquire. On the other hand, the rarest jewels that would cost enough to fund a whole region in his fingertips. From what he could gather from just one part of the room, this girl loved everything that was beautiful, and it seemed she always got what she wanted. So, when she was rejected by someone she liked, she did not leave the room for days.
Was it enough for it to warrant her death though?
“Your highness, are you awake?” A gentle knock, which he did not anticipate, came from the entrance to the room.
“I am awake.” He replied, before he pulled away the sheets from his body. He felt a tad bit exhausted and remembered that he had not eaten all day. His body would not cooperate, before his own legs gave out and he fell forward towards the ground. He then flopped around till he felt something between his palms and the floor. He tightened his palms into a fist and pulled it up towards his face to take a closer look.
These are?
His face turned stark white, and he looked around the room and then noticed more of them under the bed. White pills.
The princess had taken sleeping pills and died.
“Your highness, your father is here to see you.” the maids stated, while still by the door.
“A moment.” He said, as in a set of panic he threw the white pill from his hands to the corner of the room, before the door had slammed open to his chambers.
“Your Majesty, wait!” The maids all attempted to pull back the burly man that had entered.
“Aveline!!!!” The figure continued to yell, before he had run towards Fredrick with his arms wide open.
“Wait!” Fredrick had put his hands up in an attempt to stop the king, but both his hands were grabbed in return and his face planted straight into this man's chest.
“My beautiful daughter!!!! My poor daughter!” he wept.
Fredrick felt any color that remained in his face draining away bit by bit, while his cheeks remained planted against this man's chest. Ah, the unmanliness he felt at that moment, drained him of any manly powers. He could barely recall the number of times he had hugged someone in his life, which only accounts to less than the fingers on one hand. Here he is now being straddled and coddled by a full-grown man.
“Your majesty, please be mindful. Her highness is still recuperating.” The maids hovered around them both.
Fredrick shook his head in agreement and had put his hands up in the air, with his eyes at the sky in prayer. Oh, please release me! I don’t feel so good. He thought, as the swaying side to side made him feel dizzy and nauseous. A woman's body was so fragile.
“I refuse to release my daughter.” The king wept, and the longer Fredrick was being hugged the more he felt moisture from this man's tears being soaked by his outfit.
“Your majesty, please!” the maids had finally decided to step in with their hands wrapped around the king, they managed to unlatch this man off of Fredrick so he could finally breathe.
“I am saved.” Fredrick huffed out with a sigh of relief.
“Did you not like my hug?” The man said, and Fredrick could only face the repercussions of a grown man covered in snot, and a white pristine beard soaked all the way through looking at him with such pained eyes.
“Father... I uh.... didn’t mean it that way.” Fredrick attempted to mend a total meltdown.
Why does he have to console a full-grown man?
“The truth?” The king said, while twiddling his fingers.
“Father, I appreciate your love for me, but I couldn’t breathe.” Fredrick with both hands holding the king's hand stated this.
“Is that so. I love you, my daughter. When I heard you were asleep for days and there was no indication that you would wake up, I was worried.”
Fredrick patted the man's hands to reassure him that everything was fine. “I am awake now father so please put that behind you.”
“It must be that damn Duke’s fault...” The king plucked his hands away from Fredrick and had them rolled up perfectly into a ball. He pointed one up to the air and began to mumble to himself. “It was Duke Williams that rejected you. What do you wish me to do?” He asked, and Fredrick looked completely lost with a blank stare.
A womanly word from Fredrick’s own mouth squeaked out, “Pardon?” Meanwhile, the king maintained his gaze at him with a long moment of silence between the both of them.
“Do you want me to strip him of his title? Exile him? Behead him for treating you poorly?” He finally added.
“WHAT!” Fredrick spat out. Wait. Wait. What?
“Hm. Then again, I think the latter would be better. His head rolling would set an example to those that would defy your love for them.” He bickered on, and Fredrick looked at the maids then back at the king.
He’s kidding right? No. It doesn't seem to be the case.
“STOP!” Fredrick screamed with one hand up. “Father, let me have some time to think about this.”
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