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The prince looked over the sunflower on his windowsill. The petals were pristine and yellow. Probably picked recently. He picked it up, and placed it in his growing collection of flowers in a water vase. A mixture of colors, yet all harmonious.
A knock came to his door. “Come in,” he says.
The door opens to reveal a palace guard. Black hair, with fading pink dye at the bottom flows down her back. Her white armor reflects light back into Sunny’s eyes.
“Sunny, the suitors are here,” Aubrey says, relaxing into a more comfortable pose as she closes the door behind her.
“Again?” Sunny asks, placing a royal blue cape over his shoulders.
“Yeah. The princess they brought is sort of annoying too. You think I could win in a fight against her?” Aubrey says, polishing her sword with a teal handkerchief she has.
“I don’t think my parents would appreciate you fighting her,” Sunny responds, lightly chucking a piece of paper he had on the floor. He should clean up his room; he didn’t want to inconvenience the stewards here.
“Yeah, but you aren’t gonna pick her anyways,” Aubrey says, watching the paper float between them. “You didn’t even pick that one princess from Avril. I liked her. She’s more fit as a guard than a princess.”
“You’re saying that because you like Princess Kimberly,” Sunny didn’t even look up from his mirror as he said that, more focused on his hair than anything.
Aubrey let out a stutter, “Shut up, Sunny. At least I chose someone. Your parents have been through more than 10 royal families,” she looks away with a soft red blush dusting her face.
Sunny lets out a chuckle and looks out the window. He sees a boy with blond hair, working on the hedges outside the castle. Now, it’s his turn to blush.
“Whatta ya looking at?” Aubrey says, suddenly behind him. He lets out a startled noise as Aubrey looks at the gardener.
Her face lights up as she looks back at Sunny, sitting on the bed, “You got a crush on blondie?” She asks.
“N-no. It’s not like that. I’d just… I’d like to chat with him. He seems nice,” Sunny places an eyepatch on his blind eye.
“‘Course you would. Blondie seems like your type. Now, get up. Your parents are gonna be mad if you’re late.” Aubrey lets out a hand to Sunny, and he grabs it.
“Alright then. Thank you, Guard Aubrey,” he exaggerates his bow to her.
“The thanks is all mine, your highness,” she shoots back, bowing in a similar fashion.
They walk towards Sunny’s ivory door, and Sunny takes one more glance to the window and his flower vase.
“Your highness?” Aubrey asks, switching back to her palace mode as she opens the door.
Sunny looks back at Aubrey. “Oh, of course.”