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to be alone, it would probably be unwise to disturb him, Pa pushed him through the reception and out the glass doors to the party field.
The pair of cutting shears shook in his hands as he took step after step towards the white pavilion. Not too far away from it were a pair of the Prince’s guards, and they gave Will a quick glance over before recognising him and nodding at him.
Pa, why do you do this to me? Will was beginning to think he’d prefer it if his father weren’t so supportive, if that meant he wouldn’t be pushed into such embarrassing situations.
He reached the pavilion timidly, almost on the verge of spinning around and running away. He spotted Prince James lying down on the built-in bench, a white handkerchief covering his eyes as a makeshift blindfold. His coat was unbuttoned, one side dangling off the side and grazing the floor where his shoes were. Will wondered if he would get cold — the afternoon had gotten rather chilly, and a breeze was coming through.
I should go back , he thought. He’s sleeping anyway, so there’s no point hanging around and pretending I’m gardening.
“Hello there.”
Will nearly shrieked and dropped his shears as Prince James spoke to him. The Prince had dragged his handkerchief off one eye to peep at him.
“I-I’m sorry, I thought you were sleeping.”
“Just lying down,” said the prince affably.
“I-I’ll leave you alone.”
“No need. You came here to trim the bushes, I suppose?” He nodded his sharp chin towards the shears in Will’s hands.
Will stared at it and gulped. “Yes, I did.”
“Carry on, please. Don’t let me interfere with your work.”
Will flushed red hot as he turned around and started mindlessly snipping away at the bushes that were planted in a tight ring around the perimeter of the pavilion. He had never done this before; gardening was one of the few things that his father didn’t require him to do at the inn. He decided to cut as little was possible, snipping only stray leaves, because he was afraid that he might do an awful job of it and have the actual gardeners at the inn cursing him later.
He bit his bottom lip as he brought the ends of the shears handles together, lopping off a twig. He looked up, and was startled. James, handkerchief still blocking half his face, was staring at him.
“I’ve been seeing you around often lately,” said the prince, chuckling softly. “Yesterday when you fainted, and then this morning for breakfast, and now here.”
Will stammered for a second, and brought his head back down, not wanting the Prince to see him blushing furiously. “I…my Pa makes me help out wherever I can.”
I’m not really lying, even though this is my first time gardening…
“I see. So you’ve been helping around the inn your whole life?”
“For as long as I can remember,” he replied to the bushes, not daring to look up.
Is this a conversation? Are we actually having a conversation? I think I need to say thank you to Pa later.
“And you’ll take over the inn when you’re older?”
“Well, that’s the plan,” said Will, shyly. He peeped up again, and James was still looking at him. He turned several shades redder and bobbed his head back down, shears nervously snapping close.
“It’s a very nice inn,” said the prince politely. “I can see your family holds their service up to a high standard.”
“I’ll pass your praise on to my father,” said Will, happily. Pa would beam at that compliment. The inn was his life’s work and perhaps his greatest accomplishment, and hearing praise from the First Son himself would be an honour. “Are you cold? Why don’t you rest inside in your room? It’s getting chillier.”
“I like it outside,” answered Prince James, a little evasively.
Will couldn’t help but feel that, despite how polite the First Son was being, there was a massive wall between them, one that Prince James was not
The pair of cutting shears shook in his hands as he took step after step towards the white pavilion. Not too far away from it were a pair of the Prince’s guards, and they gave Will a quick glance over before recognising him and nodding at him.
Pa, why do you do this to me? Will was beginning to think he’d prefer it if his father weren’t so supportive, if that meant he wouldn’t be pushed into such embarrassing situations.
He reached the pavilion timidly, almost on the verge of spinning around and running away. He spotted Prince James lying down on the built-in bench, a white handkerchief covering his eyes as a makeshift blindfold. His coat was unbuttoned, one side dangling off the side and grazing the floor where his shoes were. Will wondered if he would get cold — the afternoon had gotten rather chilly, and a breeze was coming through.
I should go back , he thought. He’s sleeping anyway, so there’s no point hanging around and pretending I’m gardening.
“Hello there.”
Will nearly shrieked and dropped his shears as Prince James spoke to him. The Prince had dragged his handkerchief off one eye to peep at him.
“I-I’m sorry, I thought you were sleeping.”
“Just lying down,” said the prince affably.
“I-I’ll leave you alone.”
“No need. You came here to trim the bushes, I suppose?” He nodded his sharp chin towards the shears in Will’s hands.
Will stared at it and gulped. “Yes, I did.”
“Carry on, please. Don’t let me interfere with your work.”
Will flushed red hot as he turned around and started mindlessly snipping away at the bushes that were planted in a tight ring around the perimeter of the pavilion. He had never done this before; gardening was one of the few things that his father didn’t require him to do at the inn. He decided to cut as little was possible, snipping only stray leaves, because he was afraid that he might do an awful job of it and have the actual gardeners at the inn cursing him later.
He bit his bottom lip as he brought the ends of the shears handles together, lopping off a twig. He looked up, and was startled. James, handkerchief still blocking half his face, was staring at him.
“I’ve been seeing you around often lately,” said the prince, chuckling softly. “Yesterday when you fainted, and then this morning for breakfast, and now here.”
Will stammered for a second, and brought his head back down, not wanting the Prince to see him blushing furiously. “I…my Pa makes me help out wherever I can.”
I’m not really lying, even though this is my first time gardening…
“I see. So you’ve been helping around the inn your whole life?”
“For as long as I can remember,” he replied to the bushes, not daring to look up.
Is this a conversation? Are we actually having a conversation? I think I need to say thank you to Pa later.
“And you’ll take over the inn when you’re older?”
“Well, that’s the plan,” said Will, shyly. He peeped up again, and James was still looking at him. He turned several shades redder and bobbed his head back down, shears nervously snapping close.
“It’s a very nice inn,” said the prince politely. “I can see your family holds their service up to a high standard.”
“I’ll pass your praise on to my father,” said Will, happily. Pa would beam at that compliment. The inn was his life’s work and perhaps his greatest accomplishment, and hearing praise from the First Son himself would be an honour. “Are you cold? Why don’t you rest inside in your room? It’s getting chillier.”
“I like it outside,” answered Prince James, a little evasively.
Will couldn’t help but feel that, despite how polite the First Son was being, there was a massive wall between them, one that Prince James was not
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