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Authors: Charlie Cochet
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wield the power of Frost. Only someone connected to the Frost family can wield his power.”
“How do you know?” Dasher asked. “You’re just jealous. Nothing new there.”
Vixen glared at Dasher and ordered himself some of the White Hart’s “special” eggnog. He had a feeling he was going to need it if his brethren insisted on continuing with this annoying conversation. “I happen to have inside information. Frost Family secrets.”
Cupid, Dasher, and Blitzen leaned toward him, all of them eager to hear the gossip. Too bad they weren’t getting any. “Like what?” Cupid asked.
“Well if I told you, they wouldn’t be secrets, now would they?” He sipped his eggnog and chuckled at his brethren’s frowns.
Dasher waved a hand in dismissal at him. “Humbug. Another one of your tales.”
“All I can say is that I’ve seen a secret object. It’s very powerful. Tucked away in a secret room inside the King of Frost’s palace.” How many cups had he had? Perhaps he should let up a bit. A figure loomed over him, and he rolled his head back, smiling at the dark-haired toy soldier. “Officer Fern. How nice to see you.” Officer Fern grinned broadly at him and motioned over to a cozy loveseat for two at the far end of the pub.
“I was hoping we might go somewhere a little more… private.”
“Oh? What for?” Mm, his eggnog was super yummy. He might just have another.
“Well, I thought perhaps we might get to know each other.”
“We could do that right here.” Especially since his friends were ignoring him and conversing among themselves. Once they started talking about Rudy again and how exciting it would be to have a prince among their ranks, Vixen stood with a huff. “On second thought, let’s go over there.”
Vixen plopped down, careful not to spill his drink, though he needn’t have feared, since a tray with a selection of liquid delights was placed on the small table beside him.
“I took the liberty of ordering a variety of flavors, since I wasn’t sure which you’d enjoy more.”
“All of them,” Vixen replied. He’d had such a wonderful week; why did his friends have to go and ruin it? He supposed he could have told them about his time with Vale, show that blasted Blitzen how wrong he’d been, but he didn’t fancy gossiping about Vale. Just the thought of those sparkling gray eyes and warm smile had Vixen feeling all cozy inside.
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation you were having with your Rein Dear brothers. I understand you wanting to impress them, but there’s no need to resort to embellishment. You really shouldn’t go around spreading such tales.”
Vixen nearly choked on his drink. When he recovered, he gaped at Officer Fern. “Embellishment? Tales? Are you saying I made it up?”
The toy soldier shrugged. “Well, it does sound a little farfetched, wouldn’t you agree? You wouldn’t even say what the object is.”
“Because it’s a secret,” Vixen said with a scoff. Honestly, did no one listen around here? Ooh, a cocoa cocktail.
“So secret it doesn’t exist?”
Vixen frowned at his empty glass. Had he drunk his cocoa cocktail already? He placed the glass on the tray and it tipped over. Clumsy. “It does so exist, but I promised.” He wanted to get up, but he was suddenly feeling too comfortable and sleepy. The noise in the pub around him appeared to quiet down, and Vixen settled back against the loveseat. He wished Vale were here, but his handsome lieutenant had duties to attend to, though he had promised he’d stop by the Causeway tomorrow with a special treat for him. Was it too soon for him to be missing Vale? To miss his scent, his strong arms, his sweet whispers.
“Promised what?”
Hm? Oh, Officer Fern was still here. “That I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’s very important to him. I mustn’t say. He’s very sweet and wonderful.” Vixen smiled again at the thought of Vale. “So romantic.”
“Lieutenant
“How do you know?” Dasher asked. “You’re just jealous. Nothing new there.”
Vixen glared at Dasher and ordered himself some of the White Hart’s “special” eggnog. He had a feeling he was going to need it if his brethren insisted on continuing with this annoying conversation. “I happen to have inside information. Frost Family secrets.”
Cupid, Dasher, and Blitzen leaned toward him, all of them eager to hear the gossip. Too bad they weren’t getting any. “Like what?” Cupid asked.
“Well if I told you, they wouldn’t be secrets, now would they?” He sipped his eggnog and chuckled at his brethren’s frowns.
Dasher waved a hand in dismissal at him. “Humbug. Another one of your tales.”
“All I can say is that I’ve seen a secret object. It’s very powerful. Tucked away in a secret room inside the King of Frost’s palace.” How many cups had he had? Perhaps he should let up a bit. A figure loomed over him, and he rolled his head back, smiling at the dark-haired toy soldier. “Officer Fern. How nice to see you.” Officer Fern grinned broadly at him and motioned over to a cozy loveseat for two at the far end of the pub.
“I was hoping we might go somewhere a little more… private.”
“Oh? What for?” Mm, his eggnog was super yummy. He might just have another.
“Well, I thought perhaps we might get to know each other.”
“We could do that right here.” Especially since his friends were ignoring him and conversing among themselves. Once they started talking about Rudy again and how exciting it would be to have a prince among their ranks, Vixen stood with a huff. “On second thought, let’s go over there.”
Vixen plopped down, careful not to spill his drink, though he needn’t have feared, since a tray with a selection of liquid delights was placed on the small table beside him.
“I took the liberty of ordering a variety of flavors, since I wasn’t sure which you’d enjoy more.”
“All of them,” Vixen replied. He’d had such a wonderful week; why did his friends have to go and ruin it? He supposed he could have told them about his time with Vale, show that blasted Blitzen how wrong he’d been, but he didn’t fancy gossiping about Vale. Just the thought of those sparkling gray eyes and warm smile had Vixen feeling all cozy inside.
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation you were having with your Rein Dear brothers. I understand you wanting to impress them, but there’s no need to resort to embellishment. You really shouldn’t go around spreading such tales.”
Vixen nearly choked on his drink. When he recovered, he gaped at Officer Fern. “Embellishment? Tales? Are you saying I made it up?”
The toy soldier shrugged. “Well, it does sound a little farfetched, wouldn’t you agree? You wouldn’t even say what the object is.”
“Because it’s a secret,” Vixen said with a scoff. Honestly, did no one listen around here? Ooh, a cocoa cocktail.
“So secret it doesn’t exist?”
Vixen frowned at his empty glass. Had he drunk his cocoa cocktail already? He placed the glass on the tray and it tipped over. Clumsy. “It does so exist, but I promised.” He wanted to get up, but he was suddenly feeling too comfortable and sleepy. The noise in the pub around him appeared to quiet down, and Vixen settled back against the loveseat. He wished Vale were here, but his handsome lieutenant had duties to attend to, though he had promised he’d stop by the Causeway tomorrow with a special treat for him. Was it too soon for him to be missing Vale? To miss his scent, his strong arms, his sweet whispers.
“Promised what?”
Hm? Oh, Officer Fern was still here. “That I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’s very important to him. I mustn’t say. He’s very sweet and wonderful.” Vixen smiled again at the thought of Vale. “So romantic.”
“Lieutenant
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