Fairytale
for Sophy C:

The world was a strange and wonderful place, once guarded by an impenetrable queen. However, she had disappeared; but, in the world reborn from her ashes, there was a princess. She was clad in a dress of white, decked with lace and embroidery. She had bright blue eyes and long, silken hair, and the little jester could only hope for her smile.

The little jester had heard it was the princess's birthday, and he wanted to get something for her; however, he couldn't imagine what gift he could give to someone so blessed. She liked books, that he knew; she would often sit upon a braided swing, feet dangling into the tall grass, the sun lighting her hair and the book in her lap. Yet the little jester couldn't think of a book she did not own, or one she would want from him.

The little jester had asked his sister for her opinion, but she was silent and stubborn on the matter. So the little jester had sought for the warrior and found him with the cleric. This was good; the warrior and the cleric were a beautiful couple, and would know about such matters.

The cleric had many ideas, from flower gifts to chocolates to books she would like, didn't the princess like books? The warrior had smiled, saying he wasn't good with such matters, but would let the little jester have anything he wanted from the warrior's shop for free.

The little jester politely declined the offers, but he looked back at the warrior and the cleric as he left. She, kind and gentle as ever, held a small yellow bird in her hands. He, normally distant and stubborn, had his arms wrapped around the cleric's waist, smiling into her shoulder. The bird flew off, and she turned to kiss him.

The little jester knew then what his gift should be to the princess. He hurried to her favorite field, the one with a small wooden bench by the side of the pond. The bench's sides were covered in vined daisies, and he saw the princess had made a crown of the flowers for her head. A book was open in her lap, and she was intent.

The little jester sat next to the princess, the wood of the seat creaking softly. The princess looked up from her book, acknowledging the little jester's presence. "Hello."

"It's your birthday, and I got you a present," the little jester said, words rushing into each other as his face heated. He hoped he wasn't making a fool of himself.

"You aren't carrying anything," she pointed out, looking mildly confused. "So what is it?"

"This," said the little jester, and in a movement entirely too quick, he pressed his lips to the princess's cheek, darting away before even a second had passed. The princess was still for a moment as she registered the event, then broke out into a wide smile.

"You aren't doing it right, princes are supposed to kiss princesses on the lips," she commented. "Every fairytale says that, silly. I guess I'll have to fix it for you," and she leaned in to kiss her prince properly.

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A/N: In case you couldn't tell:
Queen: Aura
Princess: Aina
Jester: Bo
Sister: Saku
Warrior: Haseo
Cleric: Atoli