Failed Rebellion

"I'm sorry for what my mother said Bloom." Sky said to his fiancé.

She was standing in the kitchen cooking Lasagna for dinner and didn't react to what he said. She was too focused on preparing the meal.

"I hope you still want to stay here." Sky murmured, placing his hand on her shoulder.

She looked up to face him.

"The only reason why I'm here is so that I can spend some time with you. I don't care what she thinks of me." she replied. "She can do nothing about it can

she?" she added.

"About what?" Sky asked.

"About us." She replied giggling. "You don't care if I fit your parents' scheme of the perfect wife for you, am I right?" she added.

"You're right about that." Sky replied. "I just don't want that her back-talking doesn't ruin our relationship." He continued, looking down into her deep, blue

eyes.

"You don't have to worry about that. We've gone through so much. A little back-talking from your mom can't hurt us." She assured him. Sky smiled and then

looked up at the clock that hung above her head.

"I'll go take a shower now. I'll be back down in a few." He informed her and then left the kitchen.

She striped off her apron and hung it up on a pin that was nailed onto the door for it. Then she waited for the Lasagna to finish cooking sitting down on the

dishwasher, flipping open a book she had brought with her.

After a few minutes of reading, Bloom looked up because she heard how someone walked up to her. The person was Erendor. He walked over to the fridge

to get a snack. He smiled at her and grabbed a fruit bar.

"What are you preparing?" he asked her.

"Lasagna." She answered.

"Mhmmm… When was the last time I ate that?" he asked himself.

"Didn't your butler prepare the meals?" she asked.

Erendor shook his head.

"No, never. Samara always said that Lasagna had too many calories. That's why we had to live off of the meals our chef cooked. Sadly enough his decisions

were influenced by the health instructions of my fitness trainer." he replied.

"Oh." She replied him while sitting back down on the counter.

Erendor sighed and stood there quietly for a few seconds, biting into the snack bar.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked her after a few seconds.

Bloom nodded. She stood up, followed him into the dining room and sat down at the dinner table.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked him.

"I've been thinking for the past days, observing your relationship with my son and I just wanted to ask you if you are really ready to commit yourself to him

for the rest of your life." he spoke.

Bloom looked at him with a smile.

"Of course I Am." she replied, sitting up straight and looking him in the eye. "I have been together with him for three years and he's the only one I would

ever want." she added. "Are you concerned about our age?" she asked him.

"No, absolutely not. On the contrary, I wanted him to get married young. I'm just concerned that you're not familiar with the traditions of our royal family." He

replied.

"Which would these be?" Bloom asked, hoping that there weren't too many traditions she'd have to stick to. He wasn't in the mood to tell her right now, so

he ran through his hair and smiled at her.

"I bet Sky will inform you about these as quickly as possible. Look, I'm very sorry for what my wife said earlier today. I hope this isn't jeopardizing your

vacation." Erendor murmured, recreating the scene earlier today in his mind.

"No, no, I'm ok. As long as I am here with Sky everything is fine." she answered.

Erendor chuckled.

"Do you really love him that much?" he asked.

Bloom nodded.

"He's the only one for me sire." She told him, looking at her engagement ring.

"Please, call me Erendor, my child." he replied.

Bloom smiled.

"With pleasure." she answered.

As he finished speaking, both of them heard a loud yell from upstairs.

"Get away from the shower!" they heard Sky holler.

-Upstairs-

"Mother, please go away from the shower!" Sky barked, turning off the shower for a minute. It was not thrilling for him standing in the shower naked, his

mother begging for her to come in and talk with him.

"But I need to talk to you, sweetie." Samara called from the other side.

"Mom, no!" he hollered. "Go away." He added.

"Such rudeness! I am your mother!" Samara pleaded with her hand on the doorknob.

Sky sighed and pulled back the curtains form the shower. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, then got out of the shower and opened the

bathroom door.

"Mother, I think you are the one being rude here. The way you talk about Bloom behind my back is not only boorish and disrespectful but also mediocre. I

would appreciate it if you'd let me get dressed and then I'll consult father about this. It can't be that I'm the only one who notices how badly you treat my

fiancé."

Samara was stunned for a moment. Never in her entire life had she seen her son rebel against her.

"Sweetheart, don't you see what she's doing to our family? She's breaking us apart." she asked him.

"What? Breaking us apart? I'm sorry if caring for my overweight father and preparing meals for us counts as breaking us apart for you. She's doing nothing

more than bringing a little vitality into our lifeless family." He answered.

"Vitality? No class and sluttish clothes seem to fit the description of your "perfect wife" more." She replied.

Sky was startled. He was close to blowing up. Such words had never come across his mothers lips before.

"Stop talking about Bloom like this. If you say something like this one more time I'll consider throwing you out of the royal palace as soon as she has become

queen of Eraklion. And I'm the king, I can make it happen." He threatened her and then shut the door again.

Samara kept quiet until Sky got out of the shower, and didn't show up for dinner. Erendor enjoyed his first lasagna after two years, and after they finished

eating Erendor and Sky helped clean the kitchen. Only after they sat down in front of the TV and started watching a movie they wondered: "Where is

Samara?"