Your Prince Is Waiting

...This realm was… Interesting, to say the least.

The bridge between this world and his own came with quite the shock. No longer was the air crisp with the smell of candy, and no more did the water consist of blue raspberry syrup. Instead, he was greeted with the blast of something he was completely unfamiliar with- the taste of salt on the air. It burned initially, and it took everything to stop himself from relieving his upset tummy off the side of the boat.

The only matter that stopped him was the fact that it was unbecoming of an Archduke to commit such a heinous act.

He stood with gloved hands clutching the silver railing of the yacht, as if to steady himself and center his focus. He had been fetched in this boat by those on the island who had connected with his mother on the island, and the inedible quality of it contributed to his sense of uneasiness. He certainly wasn’t home anymore, and he knew that this would be the start of a very long, very hard diplomatic mission.

Of course, having to find a suitable partner to rule his kingdom with along the way didn’t help his state of mind either.

The only solace he found within the moment was keeping his focus on the sky above. The clouds were puffy and white, almost like marshmallows. A sigh escaped his lips as he assured himself that everything was going to be okay. As long as he kept his kingdom close to his heart, how bad can things get?

Before long, the yacht pulled up to the dock, and immediately hired staff helped tote pastel suitcase after suitcase off onto the wooden platform. From behind him, a voice rang, “Your highness, you may safely proceed off the boat now.” The archduke turned his body to see a bowing servant. He nodded softly, before proceeding onto the dock.

Well, here goes everything.

His first steps on land were… rather uneventful. He had almost been expecting fanfare, or a proper royal introduction. A shame too, considering he had dressed for the occasion in his hierarchical best. The medals on his sash practically gleamed in the sunlight, and the cupcake-shaped miniature diadem asserted his personal value. While the staff had settled with the rest of his belongings, the archduke temporarily took his surveillance off the island and onto adjusting his clothing. He didn’t notice someone approaching, until he heard a thump on the dock.

He locked eyes for barely half a second. ”Uh-” Before he could finish the syllable, he found himself tackled against the ground, his small body making a THUD! Against the dock. Suddenly, he was pinned down against his will. He called for help from the assistants, but they were too stunned and unequipped to do anything.

His lavender eyes squinted against the high noon sun as the figure eclipsed itself over it. ”Get off me! Help! Ambush! H-” After uselessly flailing for a few moments, his eyes had adjusted. Sitting on him was a blue haired, small bodied rather attractive man about his age. He heaved his breath in astonishment. A soft, lavender blush arose to the surfaced of his pearlescent and candy sprinkled cheeks. He locked eyes longer this time, almost unable to take them away. How could he? It wasn’t like he could do much else. ”You...” He spoke quietly. The tranquil moment immediately broke a moment later. He began to flail, his legs kicking and his brow furrowed. ”Y-you get off of me this instant, or I’ll.. I’ll smite you!”
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