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In the Kingdom of Chromia there lived a King named Scott Riven. He ruled alone, had no spouse and no child to call his own. What he did have was a huge Kingdom, with many living within. Every citizen knew one day Scott would retire or heaven forbid, pass away. Nothing could prepare Scott for what awaited for him in the soon future…

Scott roamed the halls, the silence was almost deafening, he found it easy to considerate… though it was even easier to spiral down his thoughts. Scott stopped outside a large window that out looked a portion of his Kingdom, he allowed his eyes to scan the streets and roads below. Noting the way each person would greet each other as they passed, his gaze followed the citizens as they went about their day. Part of Scott longed for the simple life of a citizen, though the rest of him knew that he couldn't leave his Kingdom… Though if he was just a regular person, no title to his name, Scott would feel the most free… no one watching his moves, no one to tell him he had a meeting… and no one worrying about his actions but himself… Maybe then he'd be relaxed enough to settle down with a full family of his own… But dream seemed so out of reach for Scott… Scott tore himself away from the window and slowly walked the halls once more, alone to his thoughts.

Scott knew he had to do something to satisfy the people of Chromia, knowing that it was only a matter of time before his advisers would try pushing a marriage… Marriage defiantly was something Scott wanted, however not in the way his advisers would encourage. The simple answer was that Scott was gay, and he wouldn't want to marry someone who he didn't love. Scott knew he had to adopt to satisfy the expectations of an heir for the Kingdom. There was something that Scott always noticed when watching his Kingdom or when out in a parade… There were very few children… Most of Scott's citizens came from afar, only a small amount were land born. Due to the lack of children, there weren't any orphanages that Scott could tour and meet the children. Scott was stuck once again.

That was until a family came to Scott's Kingdom. Correction, it was a singular women with an infant wrapped in a soft red blanket, the poor thing was no older than a few days. After she was finally able to have a conversation with Scott, the King could tell that the women wasn't from his Kingdom. He knew not only by the way she dressed, but the way she addressed him.

"Please, Sire…" Most would refer him as 'My King' or 'Great King' or 'King Scott'. Never Sire. "I have been waiting to meet you… and I've journeyed from outside your magnificent Kingdom." The women explained to Scott that she had a sister who bore the child she held in her arms. However she didn't make it through the birth, leaving the baby without a mother and father. The mother's last wishes was to offer the new born to the Chromia Kingdom. To King Scott Riven to be exact. The women elaborated saying that her sister would be the happiest in the afterlife if her beloved baby lived a life with the best King to exist as their father.

Scott wondered how the passed mother knew about him and his land, and why she had not already lived within the Kingdom. The women bowed her head in respect to the King. "We were on our way here when she went into labor… I traveled with her to keep her safe while she was pregnant. After all, her husband wasn't around to do it." The women explained, keeping her words soft, even though it sounded like she wanted to growl the last part. "I promised I'd make the rest of the trip for her and her child, she would be so happy to know I made it here…" She wept quietly, her eyes never met Scott's gaze, her focused was fixed on the ground or on the baby in her arms.

"Ma'am, you offer someone who's the last remaining gift from your sister… Are you sure…?" Scott was hesitant to take the child from the only remaining family they had, but the women told Scott that the baby would be better off with Scott.

"I can assure you, Sire, I'd be making a mockery of my sister if I didn't do the last thing she wished…" The women begged, holding out the child with her head continuously bowed.

The King still had his doubts, but all that uncertainty disappeared the moment he laid eyes on the child. A little brown haired baby girl, with the tiniest hands and the squishiest face. Scott's heart melted at the sight and he agreed while he gently held out his arms for the child. His child. Scott offered the women a place in his palace, but she refused, saying she had a home elsewhere. After all the paperwork was filled out, the women left the Kingdom. Leaving Scott with his new daughter.

"I promise you that I will protect you with all that I am…" Scott whispered to the baby in his arms, she stared up at him with dark eyes, almost black. Scott smiled while rocking her. "You'll know only love in these walls, my sweet Grian Riven."

Scott ordered servants around the castle, instructing them with decorations and format. The curtains had to be tied into a neat bow, the carpets had to be vacuumed and the tiles had to be mopped. Everything must be clean enough for someone to crawl on them. After all, someones would be crawling on them soon enough. For today was a celebration of life, and the 2 year anniversary of the new member to the Kingdom's family. Grian.

The child was only 2 years old now, she had been crawling and in some occasions standing! Scott always seemed to lose sight of Grian from the moment she was able to move around. Luckily he had many maids and butlers around who would always keep Grian out of trouble, and immediately return her to the frantic Scott. Whenever Grian was back in Scott's arms, she'd always stare up at Scott with big innocent eyes that reflected Scott's own face. Scott couldn't stay mad at her for even a second, she always knew how to wiggle her way out of most punishments.

Scott approached a decor director and nodded to her. "This looks great, I really appreciate you sailing all the way out to my Kingdom to put your gift to work in my home. My Kingdom is very grateful, Ms. Crystal." Scott bowed his head to the ginger haired women beside him.

The women smiled and bowed her head in reply. "Please, call me Gem, My King. And it's an honor to decorate this celebration for you and your daughter."

Scott chuckled softly and gave Gem a thankful smile before walking away to see to other responsibilities.

For today's celebration, Scott invited his citizens as well as citizens from the neighboring Kingdom, The Kingdom of Tinkerer. Kingdom Tinkerer was commanded by Ruler Cleo Clocker, with her two adopted sons, Scar Clocker who was 3 years old, and Bdubs Clocker who was 2 and a half years old. Cleo had their long curly ginger hair, which was normally up in some extravagant way and hazel green eyes. Scar had brown shaggy hair, with dazzling green eyes. Bdubs had short light brown hair and big brown eyes.

When the family walked into the ballroom, it was clear to Scott that Cleo was ready to let their kids play around, it was a long ship sail after all. Scar and Bdubs looked as if they were just about ready to start bouncing off walls, but they behaved themselves. Scott had told Cleo in the invite scroll that she and their family could show up early, so that Cleo and Scott could have time to chat with each other. The two were good friend's and would write to each other on many occasions.

Scott hoped his daughter wouldn't grow up to be too chaotic, she seemed to be quiet and calm as she grew… Though something told him that things that he assumed now would change in the future.

Scott couldn't help but chuckle at the brothers as they bumped each other to stay quiet and stand up straight when he approached the Clocker family. "It's good to see you again, Cleo. I am assuming these two are your sons that you've written to me about?" Scott spoke in a soft and kind voice, glancing briefly down at Scar and Bdubs.

Cleo laughed and nodded to Scott's question, putting a hand behind her two sons backs. "Yes, this one is Scar, and this little one is Bdubs." They informed, smiling at the brothers. Cleo then looked back up at Scott. "Where is your little one?"

Scar hopped forward before Scott could answer. "Yeah! where i’she? We brought a gif’for her." He chirped and lifted up a small box.

Scott glanced happily at Scar, crouching down to meet the young once gaze. "At the moment, Grian is resting before the festivities fully begin. In the meantime, you boys can go play in the garden, I'll show you where it is." He offered, he then led the family to the garden. Though 'led' was a generous description, as Scar and Bdubs ran ahead of the parents and were frequently called back to go in the right direction.

While walking to the garden, Scott and Cleo shared each others experience with kids, swapping tips and giving advice to one another. They also caught up on other life updates, both sating that neither of them were on the dating radar, too busy with kids.

"I've never really been quite the romantic type anyway…" Cleo muttered and gave the back of her neck a scratch. "I barely have time to exercise, I only have that luxury all thanks to my head adviser Etho. He watched over the two gremlins while I do what I must."

Scott raised his eyebrow at Cleo, to him that sounded like something a father would do… Though he only nodded along to Cleo's words. "Right Right… I have my own set of maids or butlers who watch over Grian when I need it. I do plan on getting one person to watch Grian when she's older, so that she has some consistency. However, since she's still so young, I usually take her to all my meetings." Scott hummed and turned down the hallway that lead to their destination.

Cleo called to her sons to follow them before replying to Scott. "That's a good idea, it also give Grian a kind of friend to connect with. It might be a good idea to hire someone who's responsible but still young." Cleo advised, their words didn't even falter as Scar and Bdubs scurried around her. Scott on the other hand flinched slightly, alarmed as it seemed as though the two came out of no where.

Once at the garden, Scott and Cleo sat on the benches while Scar and Bdubs played pretend in the grass. There was a comfortable silence between Scott and Cleo, that was before Cleo broke it.

"So… How is your Kingdom reacting to Grian? I'm sure shes adored." They asked, glancing to Scott.

Scott took a deep breath and smiled, "while it was difficult for the citizens to accept Grian as new Kingdom blood, they eventually warmed up to her. I mean, who wouldn't?" Scott looked to Cleo and chuckled. "I'm telling you Cleo, when you see Grian your heart will melt, it's unbelievable." He insisted, leaning back against the bench.

Cleo looked out to her sons, fondness glossing their gaze. "I think I believe you, after all, the same thing happens to me when I look at Scar and Bdubs… they both have their own way to stay innocent in my eyes." She chuckled, shaking her head. "Though, they've never heart-warmed themselves out of punishments. I still discipline them, but it is hard to at times."

Scott leaned forward, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion. "How have you managed to do that? I've only been able to discipline Grian on a rare occasion!" His voice rose as he smirked at Cleo.

"Oh you'll figure it out, when she gets older you'll find that she'll never learn without knowing a bit of consequences to her actions." Cleo sighed, giving Scott a teasing wink.

Scott sighed and leaned back again, nodding along to Cleo's words. There was that silence again. But this time, Scott was the one to break it. "Did you adopt because your Kingdom and advisors were also worried about an heir?" Scott made sure to speak quietly, his words were almost hesitant.

Cleo's smile slowly dropped, her lips pressed into a line before they answered. "Yes and no at the same time…" they ran their hand through her hair. "I wanted a family, but I wasn't ready for any sort of marriage. I mean, there wasn't a person that I had interest in." Cleo spoke in confidence, though their eyes had something more about the truth. Though, she didn't mention what her eyes were hinting at. "However, I was informed of whispers going through Tinkerer about what would become of the Kingdom if something were to happen to me." Cleo explained, they turned on the bench, bringing one leg up to look at Scott. "I could understand why my Kingdom was worried, since I serve in my own army. But you… I can't understand why your Kingdom was so worried about an heir. Your still young, and could have not adopted until much later." She paused, staring at Scott with sympathy in their eyes. "So why did you…?"

Scott was slightly taken aback by Cleo's question, he fidgeted with his hands and stared down. "Well… I couldn't just turn away an infant, the women who gave Grian to me insisted on me taking her, saying it was Grian's mother's last wish…" He sighed, glancing up at the sky.

Cleo's eyebrows furrowed, her gaze filled with doubt at Scott's answer. "That can't be the only reason to adopt and fall under the pressure of your advisers." She stated deadpanned. "Scott, I've known you for many years, and I'm very good at reading people. There's more that you aren't telling me." She confronted, despite herself.

Scott sighed, letting his head fall down, debating on saying the next part. "Right before Grian was brought to me, one of my guards attacked attacked me…" Scott finally admitted, he avoided Cleo's gaze. "Without my knowledge, this guard, Doc, was practicing in magic, spells, and curses… he managed to convince Ren, one of my butlers, to join him on his attack…"

Scott tried to banish the memory that played in his head… The sound of dog jaws snapping at his face, the pain that stung his back when he was slammed down onto the ground by that dog… Doc standing in the corner of the room just watching as Scott screamed for his help while he fought against the vicious dog that breathed above him.

Doc's expression was always something that haunted Scott's dreams, it was full of vengeance and hatred, while still somehow smiling at the scene before him.

Taking a shaky breath, Scott continued. "They would have killed me if it wasn't for my loyal guards taking Doc, Ren and his secret hideout down before the team could do any spells against me." Scott held his hands so tightly that his fingers were beginning to tingle with lack of blood… "I banished him. I couldn't bring myself to execute him, despite the pressure from both my Kingdom and my advisers."

A memory that forever plagued Scott's mind was the word Doc shouted right before leaving Chromia's territory; "I am not finished with you yet, Scott… Someday I'll regain my power. Sleep with one eye open, dear King. Because when I do… Everything you own, everything you love… will be mine…"

Scott took a risky glance to Cleo, only to turn away quickly at the horror expression on her face. "That's when the hypotheticals and whispers started, everyone discussed on what would have happened to Chromia if I was murdered that day… It worried me too, I didn't want my Kingdom to be lost without me, or worse, under some awful King's leadership." Scott released his hands from his own grip, taking some deep breaths. "So when Grian came along, I took it as a sign and blessing to me. Grian was meant to be my child, and was meant to later rule this Kingdom."

Cleo was silent for a long moment, opening and closing her mouth as they processed Scott's story. "Oh Scott… I'm so sorry…" Was all that Cleo whispered to Scott while pulling him into a tight hug. She allowed Scott to cry on their shoulder, making sure the young boys didn't see what was going on. The two rulers stayed hugging until Scott pulled away, pulling out a handkerchief to dry his face, Cleo waited for Scott to look at her before they spoke again. "Ruling alone isn't fun… which was why I got two sons, that way, no matter what, they'd always have each other…" Cleo reached out with their hand and placed it gently onto Scott's shoulder, her expression was soft and sympathetic. "Scott… you always have me in your corner, write to me more often, I like chatting with you and knowing about your life. The good and the bad." They said quietly, a smile gracing their face as they finished.

Scott sniffled and smiled back at Cleo, her words meant so much to him, probably more than she knew. "Thank you, Cleo… I'm always here for you as well." Scott leaned into his friend's hand, his chest wasn't heaving anymore, and the King looked better now that he had shared his troubles to a friend.

Just as Scott finished speaking, a guard entered the garden and turned to Scott. "Princess Grian has woken up, My King. All the guests have also arrived."

Scott hummed and nodded, standing up. He regained his Kingly posture, not wanting the guard to see him in a vulnerable state. "Speaking of good things…" he whispered to Cleo, a smirk on his face. Scott then looked at the guard, his face returning to neutral. "Thank you, will you please escort the Clocker family to the Throne Room? And have the citizens line up if they want to meet the baby. Grian and I will be in shortly."

The guard nodded and began leading Cleo, Scar and Bdubs to the Throne Room, the people probably already were lining up.

Scott went to Grian's room and gently scooped her up. "Good morning Sunshine, its time for your celebration." He whispered and hugged the waking up baby. Scott changed her and then dressed her in some fancy yet comfortable baby clothes. He tickled Grian's belly before nuzzling the giggling baby. "They love you, and if any of them have doubts, those will be gone by the end of the day." Scott encouraged Grian, walking to the door to exit. "Let's go have a good time, what do you say Grian."

Grian squealed and babbled away, hugging Scott's face with a big smile on her face, her eyes beaming bright.

Scott watched as many citizens, from his Kingdom as well as Tinkerer Kingdom approached him and Grian at the throne, offering their gifts and well wishes to the sweet baby. Grian sat on Scott's lap, looking at each gift with wide and curious eyes. She reached for them every time one was placed down at the table, though a few of the gifts were for when Grian was older.

The most common of the gifts were dresses and baby supplies, some of the gifts were toys, that Grian immediately played with. The guests would always sound relieved and happy that Grian enjoyed the toys so fast.

Scott smiled at Scar and Bdubs as they both walked forward to Grian, Cleo stood behind the brothers. Scar held the box that he showed Scott when he first arrived, he looked at Grian before opening up the box and pulling out the inner item. What was pulled out was a gold chain necklace, with a pendant attached to it. Inside the pendant was a poppy and lilac petal contained within resin, insuring the petal's forever lush state.

"Here, Princess Grian. This is for you, I picked the petals out myself, I hope you like it." Scar's gentle voice caught Grian's attention, and while having the 2 year old's focus, Scar leaned forward and placed the necklace over Grian's head and around her neck.

Grian's dark eyes shined with curiosity and wonder at the pendant in her small hands, she babbled softly and tightly held onto the pendant. Grian looked up at Scar and stared into his brilliant green eyes, the gold of the necklace shown in both Scar and Grian's eyes.

Scott stared at Scar and Grian, an idea popping up in his mind, one that would insure Grian would never have to rule alone. When Scott looked up at Cleo, he could see in their eyes that she had the same idea Scott had.

Scar and Grian would be arranged to marry one another.

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Usually when it was close to Grian's bedtime, people would be calm and quiet so that Grian would have a better time falling asleep. However, tonight was very different. The Kingdom's servants and maids were scrambling around Grian's room, packing her clothes into suitcases and gathering all of her essentials in other bags and containers. Grian watched from her bedside as her closet slowly got emptier and emptier, noting the way that the clothes that were a priority were her best dresses. When the maids finally stopped packing her clothes, her closet wasn't completely emptied out, but it was pretty close to that.

Some of Grian's most liked stuffed animals were also being stocked away, those stuffed animals which were hand crafted by the Kingdom's best tailors and knitters. That was something Grian particularly wasn't thrilled about. Her eyebrows furrowed and she jumped down from her bed and grabbed one of the animals from a maid's hands.

"No! you can't have it! This is mine!" She shouted, glaring at the maid. The stuffy that she held in her arms was a salmon, probably the size of her forearm. Her favorite one.

Grian and Scott would go fishing on occasion, traveling out on early mornings to the river bay by the castle. The river was so calming to be at, the sounds of the water moving always put Grian in a good mood. Scott would always point out that the linage of their last name was named after the graceful flow of a river. It made sense to Grian, Riven and river did sound very similar, they were only one letter off from each other after all.

Grian always liked all the fish that were caught, finding each fish so unique. Though the moment that Scott helped Grian reel in a catch, Grian was mesmerized with such beautiful scales of the salmon. She memorized the red scales along it's back and the greenish blue head it lead itself with. Grian would regularly draw the salmon and present it to her Father each time. The day of Grian's fifth birthday, she was gifted with the salmon plush. She was ecstatic, jumping around and thanking Scott until her voice hurt. Grian even asked Scott to invite the ones who crafted the salmon stuffy over for dinner, just so she could thank them personally.

But now, that same stuffy was being stolen by someone Grian thought she could trust. "Sweetheart, I need to pack it… I promise you'll see it again." The maid spoke softly, but Grian wasn't buying it. This was one of a kind stuffy! Grian knew that for sure.

Grian snapped at the maid as she tried reaching for her fish, Grian's arms were occupied holding her precious tressure so she had to use her teeth. Lucky for the maid, she pulled her hands away before Grian could sink her teeth into her hands. The maid let out a frustrated huff before shaking her head, taking a step back. Giving up.

Just then Scott walked in, looking confused at Grian and the maid, he called the maid and the rest of the servants over. He looked to be in his 'king mode'. That was a term Grian used for when she noticed Scott would take more of a serious outlook on things. Grian would mostly see it in meetings with the high supervisors.

"Why is all my stuff being taken?" Grian asked her Father as he entered the room. Her Father, Scott, ordered the maids and servants to take Grian's bags to the cart and for them to get prepared for his and Grian's departure. Having a brief conversation with the maid that was going to take Grian's salmon plush.

Scott looked over at Grian, his eyes blinking rapidly. Grian knew that meant her Father was thinking. "Do you remember when I told you about my friend Cleo?" He asked, slowly approaching and sitting down next to Grian, who was now 6 years old. He gently reached for the salmon plush, though Grian didn't seem to be willing to give it up, not even to Scott.

Grian hummed, fidgeting with the frill on her dress collar. "Yeah, I remember. She lives across the sea." She answered, looking up at Scott. She held the salmon close to her chest.

Scott nodded, rubbing Grian's back. "That's right! They have two sons, remember? Well, Cleo and I thought you and Scar would get along, so we are going over there every summer so that you two can get to know each other." Scott explained, holding his hand out for the salmon. "Which means we are going on a trip to their Kingdom, and we are leaving tomorrow morning… and if you want to have your salmon with you on the trip, we have to pack it away. So it can stay safe on the sail over."

Grian looked skeptically at Scott's hand before slowly handing her salmon over to him. "Why do we have to travel over to Tinkerer? Why can't they come over here?" She asked, her eyes still fixated on the fish now in her Father's hands.

Scott hummed, "Over there is a lot more rooms, and it's easier for us to travel then it is for them" The King told Grian, standing up from the bedside. Scott avoided his daughter's eyes… Grian noticed, but she didn't know why… he looked a bit nervous… "Besides… they have many rivers… rivers you and I could fish in and discover new types of fish." He winked at Grian as he lifted her up from the bed to the ground.

Grian giggled, her worries of her Father's lack of eye contact disappearing from her brain. Grian looked up at her Father and smiled at him, her dark eyes shining. "Well okay, you've made me wanna go now." She admitted, rolling her eyes a bit before looking back at Scott.

Scott smiled down at Grian, holding her hand and rubbing it with his thumb. "Now, lets go to the maid so that you can apologize for snapping at her hand." He said sternly to Grian, leading her out of her room.

Grian groaned but nodded, reluctantly following him out her room and down the halls, eventually meeting the maid. There were a few words shared with the maid and her Father, Grian watched the ground, tuning out their words as she went into thought.

Grian couldn't fully remember what Scar looked like, there was a fuzzy memory in her brain of green eyes reflecting gold… She could only assume that was Scar given that her Father had bright blue eyes, and no one in the castle had green eyes that brilliant. There was a voice in Grian's mind that she didn't recognize as any servants she knew, but she could quite pinpoint what the voice was saying. Grian knew the voice sounded compassionate and soft.

The voice that Grian was focused on slowly morphed into a voice she recognized, and soon she could make out the words that were being said.

"Grian."

Grian knew the voice all too well, though it didn't click for her that the voice that she thought was only spoke in her head was actually being said aloud around her.

"Grian"

Grian jumped at the sternness in the voices tone, causing her to realize that her Father was calling her name. She looked up at Scott and saw as he raised his eyebrow at her.

"Don't you have something to say to Maid Moon?" Scott motioned with his head to the maid standing in front of him and Grian. The maid had long brown hair, she was just taller than Scott, and her eyes were a brown that looked very close to a crimson color.

Grian pressed her lips together in a line, switching his focus to the Maid Moon. Pearl. Also better known as his baby sitter. Pearl was hired when she was only 16 and when Grian was 3. Most of her work was to watch Grian, have fun with her and to keep her in line. Though Pearl did eventually preform regular maid work around the Kingdom. Apparently that also included packing Grian's belongings. Grian was so caught up in keeping her salmon that she hadn't realized that it was Pearl who she had snapped at.

Grian cringed at the realization, gritting her teeth together and kicking the air. "I'm sorry Pearl…" She muttered, glancing down at the ground. Grian was feeling ashamed and guilty, which made him not want to make eye contact with Pearl. Was that the same feeling Scott had when he didn't make eye contact with Grian?

Scott cleared his throat and gently nudged Grian's shoulder. "Look at her as you say it, and make sure your voice is clear." He instructed, keeping an eye on Grian.

Grian sighed and looked back up at Pearl. "I'm sorry, Pearl. I didn't realize it was you." She apologized, her dark eyes big with regret and sympathy.

Pearl smiled at Grian and crouched down, holding her arms out for a hug. "That's alright, hon. I forgive you. I understand it was confusing for you." She replied, her voice was censer and kind.

Grian rushed forward and hugged Pearl tightly, relieved that she forgave her. Despite almost biting her fingers off, Grian really did like Pearl a whole lot! She was like an older sister to Grian, someone she could confide in and share anything with. Some things were easier to share with Pearl than it was with Grian's own Father.

Grian soon released Pearl from the hug, stepping back and returned her hold on Scott's hand. Scott and Grian said their goodbyes to Pearl before going back to Grian's bedroom.

At some point Scott had to have passed Grian's salmon to Pearl, because when the both of them got back to Grian's room, her Father didn't have it. Grian stayed calm though, she knew that her Father didn't lie to her, she trusted him to keep her salmon safe from danger. Grian also now trusted the maid who had his salmon, Pearl knew how much the fish meant to Grian.

Scott turned to Grian, crouching down to be at eye level with her. "Father has some meetings he needs to attend to, just some stuff that needs to be discussed before we leave." He said, once again avoiding eye contact with Grian. "I know it's not quite time for bed, but we'll be getting up very early to leave to Kingdom Tinkerer. So you need a good long rest." Scott informed Grian, tucking her into the sheets and blankets on her bed.

Grian frowned slightly, though she snuggled into the comfort of her bed, something she soon realized she wouldn't have until after summer. "Okayyyy… Goodnight Papi, I love you." Grian whispered, yawning after her words.

Scott smiled at Grian and gently kissed the top of Grian's head. "Goodnight Sunshine, I love you too… I'll see you in the morning…" Scott slowly got up from his knees and turned off Grian's light as he left her room.

Grian turned over on her back and stared up at the ceiling above her, she could just make out the patterns. It was painted with a very calm water current, turtles, fish and squid swam through the blue. Sometimes if Grian stared long enough, the sea creatures would begin to move.

Shifting her vision to her walls, she could easily see the birds painted all along it thanks to the moon that shone through her windows. Many birds of all kinds of different species were flying through the painted trees, some being doves, others being ravens. Though Grian's favorite ones were the parrots, the colourful feathers on the bird always caught her eyes. Grian liked animals with vibrant colours, part of her envied them for their colour. For Grian didn't have colourful or flashy eyes, she was always attracted to magnificent visuals.

Grian's eyes became heavy as she stared at the parrot flock on her wall, she could imagine the wings flapping and the sounds of their squawking. Eventually her imagination lulled her to sleep, her chest rising and falling with a calm rhythm.

Grian found out something new about herself. She hated sailing. The rock of the ship was less than relaxing, she got sick very quickly on the trip. Grian was told that it would feel like a crib, she didn't fully remember what a crib felt like, but Scott did his best to remind her.

"It'll feel something like this." Scott whispered and gently scooped Grian up from her bed, rocking the sleepy child back and forth in his arms. The smile on his face was barely visible in the early morning light, and Grian felt herself going in and out of sleep as she was carried out of her room and down to the hallways. There was defiantly some familiarity with the way Scott swayed her back and forth, a calming and safe feeling.

Early mornings were not Grian's favorite, things always seemed so unreal any time before 8 am. According to Scott, she wasn't always someone who disliked mornings, saying that Grian would wake up long before the sun would rise and cry until Scott held her, which wasn't a very long time. Even when Grian was held by Scott, and no matter how hard the new Father had tried, he could never get Grian to go back to sleep. There was a lot of sleepless nights, and Scott would refuse help from the maids and butlers, saying that Grian was his baby and he had to be the Father through the good and bad.

No matter the difficulties, Scott would speak fondly of those sleepless nights, he told Grian before that she would babble and talk to Scott to keep him awake with her. He always said Grian had the cutest baby talk, even saying one of those nights was the first time Grian had spoke any real word.

1 year old Grian stared up at Scott, it was sometimes unnerving to focus on Grian's eyes in the dark, it always looked like the abyss, but also like the whole universe at the same time. "Come on Sunshine… can't you fall back asleep? Just for Papi?" Scott pleaded, rocking Grian as he paced the baby's bedroom.

Grian had her fist in her mouth, but she still tried to make noise, even if it was blocked by her own hand.

Scott giggled softly and rubbed Grian's head, "You try'na to say something little one?" Scott reached forward and carefully took Grian's hand out od her mouth. "It'll be easier if your mouth isn't being used to chew on your hand… There you go… wanna try again? Tell Papi what you need." Scott's voice was soft, and he was sure not to sit down, no matter how much his legs wanted it, Grian wouldn't appreciate it.

Grian made a popping sound with her mouth, her eyes never leaving Scott's eyes. She reached forward with her clean hand and held it to Scott's tired face, continuing the soft popping sounds.

Scott's eyes widened a bit as he realized that she was indeed trying to say something to him, he mimicked his child's sounds, adding on actual words that Grian may know. Such as; Princess, please, palace, up, pull. But none of them seemed to catch Grian's attention. "Nothing hm…? None of those? Well… Papi's out of-"

"Papi!"

Scott stopped mid sentence as Grian spoke the word so clearly, he slowly looked down at his child and smiled widely. Of course, why hadn't Scott realized it sooner? He was so focused on Grian's grinning face that he didn't realize that tears had formed in his eyes. "Oh Sunshine… you said my name…! You said it so well…!"

"Papi!" Grian had said it a bit louder that time, and she was promptly hushed by a giggling Scott. She reached forward and hugged Scott's face, burring her face snugly in the crook of Scott's neck.

Scott retold that story so many times that Grian herself began to remember it from her perspective.

Around the age of 1 and 1/2 or 2 was when Grian began sleeping through the sun rise. However, even though she was sleeping longer, Scott would on many occasions get up before dawn and check on Grian to make sure she was still asleep. It took awhile before Scott fully accepted that Grian would be okay until 7 am, and then eventually 8 am.

The rocking that Scott started from Grian's bed had soon stopped, when Scott sat down below deck on the ship. The ship. Grian didn't realize that they had arrived at the docks, let alone the ship. She had defiantly dozed off at some point during the commute down too the ship. Grian didn't mind that though, in fact she embraced her sleepiness and cuddled closer to Scott.

The sun wasn't quite up yet, but the beginning of it had started peaking over the horizon. It was still to early for Grian, so she allowed herself to fall back asleep in Scott's arms. Grain's rest wasn't blessed by any dreams, which Grian didn't mind all that much, most of her best slumbers have been dreamless. But unfortunately this was not one of those best slumbers that Grian wished for.

Grian woke up with a bad stomach ache, feeling so sick that she complained to Scott that she was afraid she was going to throw up. That's when she realized that the ground was moving below her, all around her to be exact. Right. The sailing. Guess it wasn't as enjoyable as Grian hoped it would be.

"How long until we get there…?" Grian asked, having one hand on her stomach and the other holing onto Scott. The sick feeling was always there, but when Scott began rubbing Grian's back, it seemed lessened a bit.

"Just about an hour or so… we aren't far… you slept through most of trip." Scott replied to Grian, frowning with sympathy to his daughter. Wishing he could do more for her.

Grian groaned and leaned against her Father, closing her eyes in hopes that maybe she could fall back asleep. She knew her efforts were all futile though, there was no way she was sleeping in this state. She couldn't even relax. Grian wished more than ever now that Cleo, Scar and Bdubs would travel down to Chromia instead. The thought of having to do this every summer felt torturous, and Grian had to then tolerate to interact with someone she barely knew after all of this? Unbearable. Impossible in fact. If Grian had to suffer through all of this to participate in something she didn't even want to do, she wouldn't do it with much effort to pleasure.

Grian frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes still closed. This Scar fella sounded like too much anyway, with the way Scott described him didn't seem the most Princely. Even when Scott read Cleo's letters to her, Scar sounded like someone who would get in trouble often… not in the disobedient type of trouble though. More like he always needed help to get out of problems he most likely caused. Accident prone. Those were some good words to describe Scar.

It felt like more than one hour from when Grian asked Scott how much longer, but eventually the ship was tied down at the docks, a white horse awaited the royal family just outside the treeline. Grian could spot the castle from where she stood at the end of the dock. The castle was tall and wide, a large clock showing the time was at the middle of the tallest center pillar. It was much less prettier than Chromia, defiantly had that scruffy and cabin look to it. Grian couldn't see the village houses past the tall trees, but she assumed that they'd be log built purely based on vibes.

Scott led Grian into the horse and sat down with her in front of him, he held onto the reins of the horse and Grian so that she didn't move around easily. "Is your stomach feeling better?" Scott asked, glancing down at Grian.

Grian sighed, placing a hand on her stomach. "Just a little better…" Grian muttered, she messed with her hands a bit, grabbing onto the small nub at the front of the horse's saddle. She began relaxing a bit as Scott fixed her bandana that laid on top of her head with her bangs coming out from the front and the rest of her hair coming out the end. "Do I have to meet Scar now…?" She asked Scott, looking up at him after he was finished with her bandana with pleading eyes.

Scott frowned, looking sympathetically at Grian for a moment. "Cleo and Scar are already waiting for us just outside their Kingdom… I'm sure you'll be okay…" He whispered and gently kissed Grian's head.

Grian took a deep breath and frowned, turning her head to look out to the forest around her, watching as the trees went by. Time seemed to go by quickly in that moment, because before Grian knew it, she was being lowered down off the white horse. Grian turned towards the Kingdom, seeing a part of the family that ruled this land standing at the gate to the palace.

That's when Grian saw him. Scar.

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She isn't very much to look at.

Scar's first thought probably wasn't the most Princely thing to think… He should have thought of something that uplifted the new guest. But what was the point anyway? She couldn't read his thoughts. Scar may have gifted a necklace to the Princess, but she certantly wasn't wearing it. Isn't that more less Princessly than his thought was less Princely? Scar found it disrespectful. This wasn't how Scar wanted to spend his summer, he wanted to be messing around with his brother, climbing trees, play fighting with him. Instead, Scar was stuck entertaining a preppy Princess, who, lets be honest, probably didn't know what play fighting was, let alone how to do it. Maybe he'd be blessed with a sickness and be bedridden, not having to deal with the Princess… or maybe… he could sabotage this meet so that future meets wouldn't happen…

Scar looked Grian up and down from where she sat on the horse and cringed slightly. The look that Grian gave him reminded him that she may not be able to read minds, but she could definitely read faces. Scar probably shouldn't make that face to a Princess, so he quickly fixed his expression. His thoughts however stayed the same, Scar had no interest in trying to find some sort of activity that Grian would enjoy. She probably didn't even like the outdoors. What would be the point of coming over during summer if Grian didn't even want to enjoy the summer weather? Scar groaned and frowned at the thought of having to be cooped up in the palace.

Scar watched as Scott shifted on top of the horse, smiling at Cleo. "Ruler Cleo, its so good to see you again." He spoke as he got off the horse, helping Grian from the horse and onto the ground. Scott then turned back to the Clocker family, his eyes meeting Scar's. "My my my, is this Scar? The same child from four years ago? I can't believe it's been that long. You look very nice young Prince Scar." Scott smiled at the 7 year old Prince and gave him a small wink.

Scar pressed his lips together, rolling his eyes briefly to himself. He looked back at Scott to make sure the King wasn't aware of his action, luckily Scott seemed like he didn't notice, or he was just unbothered by it.

"Grian has grown up so well, the bandana really brings out her eyes." Cleo gave Grian a soft smile as they spoke. Cleo didn't seem to notice the way Grian had shifted uncomfortably while looking at the ground when Cleo mentioned her eyes, Scar noticed though… What was it about…? Cleo gently shoved Scar forward, seeing that he wasn't moving towards Grian. They looked down at Scar with a strained smile. "Scar, dear go say hello to our guest, Grian." She encouraged and motioned for Scar to go forward.

Scar frowned, "Mother, I don't-" Scar wasn't able to finish his sentence, for it was cut off by Cleo's disapproving stare, and a single word.

"Scar..!"

Scar couldn't argue with his Mother, it wouldn't end well. It'd probably end with some sort of punishment of restricting something fun that Scar liked to do. The last punishment he got, Scar was banned from having sweets for a week…

Scar sighed and stepped forward, "Hello, Princess Grian. It's very nice to meet you…" Again… He mumbled, and before Grian had any time to respond, Scar turned around and rushed back to Cleo. Though Scar was immediately ushered back by his Mother. Scar frowned as Cleo motioned to their hand and then Grian. The young Prince knew what that meant… but that was the last thing Scar wanted to do… However, he reluctantly turned around, his head lulling around with frustration.

Scar grabbed onto Grian's hand and slowly brought it up to his face, he glanced at Grian who seemed just as disgusted about this situation as Scar was. But no matter what the either of them wanted or not wanted, Scar couldn't walk away without doing what his Mother had instructed him to do. With one quick motion, Scar kissed Grian's hand. The Prince immediately wiped his mouth and groaned, glaring at Grian who rubbed her kissed hand against her dress.

Scar crossed his arms and turned his back on Grian, seeing the way she only glared back at him. Scar switched his glare to a skeptical stare, there was no way that was challenge he saw in Grian's eyes. He jumped a bit as Grian brought up her fists in a way that told Scar that if he didn't behave himself, things wouldn't go well for him… Scar pouted and turned his face away. This was going to be a long summer…

Cleo and Scott talked for a moment before the Ruler led the Riven family into the palace, showing them where everything was. "Don't be afraid to ask for anything." Cleo had declared. Once Cleo showed Scott and Grian to their appropriate rooms, another subject was brought up.

"Where is Bdubs? I'd love to see how that one has grown." Scott laughed quietly and turned to Cleo, the families were out of the way of the doors to the rooms so that the butlers and maids could carry the guest's luggage into the right place.

Cleo hummed, looking at Scott and nodded slowly. "Oh that little guy just turned 6 years old a few months ago, can you believe that?" They laughed, looking at Scott with pride in her eyes.

Scar glanced at Grian as Cleo spoke, he saw the way the Princess crossed her arms and stared at the ground. It was then Scar remembered Grian was just a few months younger than Bdubs, the fact made Scar chuckle at his brother's unknown win.

"He's off on a summer camp with Etho and some other kids his age in the Kingdom." Cleo explained. "There is a camp for every 6 year old in the Kingdom once year during the summer, sometimes Etho is the head leader and sometimes other advisers are the head leader. Bdubs really wanted Etho to be his camp head leader this year." Cleo leaned against the wall behind them and placed a hand against Scar's back, which startled the young Prince. "Scar did it last year, Cub was his camp head leader. This first meet worked out perfectly so that Grian and Scar can get to know each other one on one! After all, Scar couldn't go with his brother to the camp."

Scar knew that wasn't entirely true. It was true that Bdubs was off at camp, and that usually kids older or younger than 6 years old couldn't go to camp… But last year when Scar went, Bdubs went with him, and he was only 5 then. If Scar wasn't stuck occupying a Princess, Cleo would have let him go to the camp with his brother. Camp was really fun, and Scar was looking forward to going to camp again with his brother. But nope. Scar was stuck with a Princess.

Scott nodded along to Cleo's words, "That's such a great event you host for your Kingdom! My Kingdom doesn't have a lot of children, but if it did I would want to do something similar." Scott motioned down to Grian. "Perhaps next year when we come back, we can host a private camp that Grian, Scar and Bdubs can participate in." Scott offered and looked to Cleo, who looked like she loved the idea.

"That's a wonderful idea! Does Grian like the outdoors?" Cleo asked, glancing down at Grian who was holding onto Scott's hand.

There was the question Scar wanted the answer to, he doubted a preppy Princess like Grian would like the wilderness. Scar smirked a bit at the thought of outshining Grian in the outdoors, the image of watching Grian struggle to manage in the forest in a tent or hammock brought a chuckle to Scar's chest.

Scott nodded vigorously, rubbing his daughter's hand that he held. "Oh yes! She loves the outdoors, she really likes to go fishing and bird watching." Scott announced and gave Grian a proud look.

The look that Grian had was only pride and smugness, all of it directed towards Scar, who's mouth was hanging open and eyes stretched wide. Scar was not expecting Grian to like fishing of all things! Bird watching was acceptable, but fishing? What Princess liked slimy wiggly fish? Scar scoffed and rolled his eyes, trying to act nonchalant about the news despite his first initial expression and reaction.

Scar noticed the last of the bags that were brought into Scott and Grian's rooms, he perked up a bit, maybe now the Riven family would spend some time to themselves right? It was a long sail after all, they must be tired and just itching to collapse in a bed to rest. Scar felt jittery, this was his chance to run off and see if he could get Cub to escort him to the camp grounds to see his brother. Maybe he couldn't spend the entire time at camp, but perhaps he could see Bdubs every now and again when he got away from Grian.

"Are you two hungry? Scott, how bout you and I get started on some dinner while the kids play!" Cleo suggested, offering a hand out to Scott.

And just like that. Scar deflated and groaned with frustration. His plans. Foiled again by a needy Princess. Can't Grian just entertain herself? She seemed capable enough. Scar glared at Grian and crossed his arms. If this Princess was able to go fishing, surely she could manage a few hours by herself.

Scott took a hold of Cleo's hand, letting go of Grian's hand and smiled at his friend, nodding to her suggestion. "I like that idea." He chuckled and walked down the hallway.

Scar followed the parents, he noticed how upset Grian seemed to be at the decision that was made. She kept looking back at the rooms longingly as they slowly got smaller and smaller in the distance as the two families made their way towards the kitchen.

Cleo opened the doors to the kitchen, they stopped just outside of it, looking at Scott. "Cub can keep an eye on the kids while you and I prepare dinner." She gave Scott a knowing look, as if she said more with their eyes than their mouth. Scar couldn't read what his Mother was telling Scott, he was usually able to know what they said silently… But it seemed like Scott and Cleo had their own silent conversation given that Scott gave a brief nod to them.

Scott looked down at Grian and Scar and smiled at them while Cleo sent out a maid to fetch Cub for the children. "We'll call you both back once dinner is ready, until then, you two play around." He whispered, giving Grian's arm a gentle reassuring rub with his hand.

Scar pressed his lips together and watched as Grian nodded to her Father, she gave Scott an innocent smile but gave Scar a secret smug smirk. Scar scoffed and glared, crossing his arms and taking a step back.

Just then, Cub came walking up, the man was in his 20s and had black sleeked back hair. He wore rectangular glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose, and he looked serious… and if Scar was honest, he looked like he wasn't pleased to look after two children. Scar liked Cub though, he was easy to talk to and despite his low monotone voice, he was quite funny.

Cub glanced down at Grian and Scar and took a deep breath, "Alright children, come along. Let's go outside in the garden." He mumbled and motioned for the kids to follow him.

Scar hummed and smiled, the garden had play fighting swords… maybe if Grian didn't know what play fighting was, it would be more fun for Scar to win each battle against her. And perhaps then Grian would convince her Father that she didn't want to come for the summer anymore… If Scar could get Grian not to like it here, there was a possibility that Scott would back out to keep his daughter happy. "Yes! Let us go, I have a fun game we can play." He said as he walked forward with Grian, his eyes were squinted with confidence to his idea. The walk to the garden was silent, at least that's what Scar thought. He was so lost in his own imagination of winning many sword battles against Grian that he wasn't aware of the conversation that Cub and Grian had sparked up.

Once in the garden however, Grian and Cub had ended their conversation, and the unknowing Scar smiled happily at the play swords that sat near the corner of the area. "Okay! The game, its called play fighting." He explained as he grabbed two wooden swords from the bucket, handing one to Grian. "All you gotta do to win is poke the other with the tip of your sword." Scar told Grian, who was looking at the sword now in her hands. "Understand?"

Grian smirked slowly and looked at Scar. "Understood." She said monotonously before lunging forward with her sword aimed at Scar, not even hesitating.

Scar yelped and quickly blocked with his sword, his eyes widening at the swiftness that Grian suddenly had. Guess the games had started. Scar was being pushed back, he needed to put some distance between him and Grian if he was going to be able to get a chance to get a hit on Grian. Scar quickly whipped around and scurried over to the pillars that surrounded a platform. If Scar could fake Grian out, he could get around her and poke her in the back.

Scar glanced back, smiling as Grian followed after him, just as he planned. Scar went behind one of the pillars and stayed behind it until he knew Grian would be just on the other side of him. He then tiptoed around the pillar, trying to get behind Grian… But when he went all the way around the pillar, he didn't see her… Where did she go? Scar knew for a fact that she was following.

Scar yelped and jumped as he suddenly felt a jab in his back, he spun around ultimately falling down on his bum, he looked up and saw Grian standing above him with a somewhat annoying smirk.

"Guess I've won." Grain snickered, pointing her sword down at Scar, not offering to help him up.

Scar huffed and rolled his eyes, smacking Grian's sword out of his face. "You got lucky." He argued and stood up, brushing himself off. "And there's more than just one round. There are… many. Many rounds." He grumbled, glaring at Grian.

Grian rolled her eyes and leaned against the pillar. "Many? Or just as many there has to be until you win?" She accused and pressed her lips together.

Scar blinked rapidly, he stammered over his words before being able to get one out. "No!" He shouted and crossed his arms. "Let's go again."

The two children play fought once more, and again and again and again. Some rounds Scar won, some Grian won. Though the round that stopped the game happened inside by the stairs. Despite Cub's wishes to stay outside, the children had ventured inside and continued their battle. Grian tripped Scar down the stairs and threw her sword to the side, abandoning the one rule of play sword fighting. Grian then pounced on top of Scar and held him down.

Scar yelped and tried desperately to kick Grian off, though his arms were pinned down by Grian's hands while his legs were trapped beneath her. "Get off!!" He hissed, thrashing around.

Grain huffed, "Not until you admit you lost and that I've won!" She huffed, keeping her hold on Scar's wrists.

Scar could feel her starting to struggle to keep him down, but his Mother would scold him if he hurt Grian… Scar grunted and wiggled around, still trying to break free. From just a bit away, Scar could hear Cub sigh. Suddenly the weight of Grian was pulled off of Scar.

"That's enough now, you two are going to hurt each other." Cub's tired voice sounded as Scar scrambled to get up, he saw Grian being carefully held by Cub. "The games over." Cub announced, letting Grian go only when he knew she wouldn't go after Scar again.

Scar huffed and glared up at Cub. "No fair! Someone has to win!" Scar protested, stomping his foot a bit. That's always how things ended, either Bdubs or Scar won. There was never a simple end to the game.

Cub let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright… how many rounds were there?" He asked the two children, looking at them.

Scar hummed and began counting with his fingers. "Seven! No.. Six!" He huffed, lifting up seven of his fingers to Cub.

"And how many of those rounds did either of you win?" Cub glanced at Grian as she spoke up first.

Grain looked proud as she announced the number. "There were actually seven rounds. I won four of those rounds" Grain glanced at Scar, giving him a smug expression.

Scar glared and pointed his finger at Grian, "That last round didn't count! You didn't touch me with the sword!" He snapped. He could act how he wanted towards Grian since Cleo wasn't around… Grian was unbearable, how could she just be so annoying?

Grain turned to Scar, her arms crossed. "You didn't win either! I had you pinned down! If anyone won that round it was me!" She argued back, rolling her eyes.

Cub put his hand up to silence the children. "Quiet up… Scar's right, the last round did not count due to the fact that no one touched anyone with their own sword… which means there were only six rounds. Grian, you won three of those six. Scar, you also won three of the rounds." He said and motioned to each child when mentioning how many points they had. "It's a draw. You two have tied." Cub professed in a calm voice.

Scar blinked rapidly, staring at Cub. There had to be a winner! The game never ended in a draw or a tie, someone had to win! Scar opened his mouth to argue with Cub, but before he could get a word out, a maid approached Cub and whispered something to the adviser. Scar watched as Cub relaxed his shoulders and looked at the children before him.

"Dinner is ready." Cub informed, without giving either child a chance to reply, he led them to the dining room where Scott and Cleo were waiting for them.

The parents were happy to see their children again, and Scar could tell that there were conversations held by Cleo and Scott while they made dinner given that they seemed to have many inside jokes with each other… The two rulers seemed to be oblivious to the brewing rivalry between Scar and Grian, saying that the two of them got along quite nicely. Scar heard Cub chuckle at that comment by the parents, though he quickly covered up his action with a cough before it could be detected by one but Scar.

Scar had froze his eating as he thought he heard Cleo and Scott mention something about a marriage to unite the two Kingdoms… Scar remembered from Cleo's letter readings that Scott was gay, meaning he only liked men.. which also obviously meant that the 'marriage' wasn't between Scott and Cleo… That would certantly be weird… and there was no way Scar was going to accept Grian as a sister. Scar didn't want to think about what that comment could have indicated, after all Scar wasn't completely sure the words 'marriage' or 'unite the Kingdom' were actually said. Even if he misheard the last bit, and the first word was marriage, could just be a friend of the parents that was getting married.

Scar caught a glimpse of Grian's expression, the Princess's face showed shock and discomfort. Surely she didn't hear the same thing Scar did… Hopefully not… that would mean there was an even bigger chance that what Scar feared was actually true… Scar shook away the thought and continued eating the dinner, he was too tired to worry about the nonsense said between the adults… Scar decided to just enjoy his dinner, and most importantly, look forward to bedtime. At least Scar knew at that time he wouldn't have to entertain Grian.

The summer seemed to pass by so agonizingly slowly. Each day Scar would have to greet Grian in the morning and lead her to the kitchen where a big breakfast was always awaiting their arrival. The breakfasts were different each time, sometimes being french toast, or being pancakes, or a verity of bread, bagels and jelly, or even muffins. Though Scar noticed that Grian was always in a better mood when breakfast was waffles, the Princess seemed to enjoy decorating her waffle with all sorts of sweets.

Every afternoon Scar or Grian would come up with an activity, with help from the parents of course. Scott and Cleo were later informed of the scuffle that Grian and Scar had gotten into on the first day, Cub explained that the children had involved themselves too deep into the imagination of the game. After Cleo heard about it, she told Scar that he was no longer able to play fight with Grian anymore. Scar didn't complain, but a part of him would miss it… Grian was unexpectedly good at the game, which gave Scar a challenge. Scar liked a good challenge. But oh well, guess Scar would have to come up with a different game he could win- play with Grian.

Despite his initial wishes to be sick so not to have to see Grian, they never came true. He was as healthy as he could be the entire summer. Though that didn't stop Scar from trying to pretend to be sick to get out of his duty to the Princess. He tried drinking hot water to get his temperature high, and he messed his hair up in hopes his Mother would buy his acting. Unfortunately for Scar, Cleo wasn't fooled and she forced Scar out of bed and to Grian's room door to greet her that morning.

The activities Grian picked out always shocked Scar, mostly because what she suggested was something he would have suggested to one up Grian… He was especially astonished when Scott and Grian actually took all of them fishing down at the river just outside the palace walls. While journeying to the river, Scott and Grian told Cleo and Scar the potential origins of their last name, Riven, being of a river. Scar thought it was a useless fact, but Cleo seemed very intrigued by the conversation and then went on to tell Scott and Grian legends in their Kingdom.

Once down at the river bed, Scar helped set everything up. He knew what things to do thanks to the camp he went to last summer… though some things he did need assistance with… Scar watched as Grian caught fish after fish, while he was stuck catching only one fish the whole time at the river. Maybe Scar should have payed more attention during the fishing part of summer camp…

Scar noticed that Scott seemed to also reel in a fish every time he casted out his line… however it was the same fish each catch… a brown cod. The cod flipped and flopped around in Scott's hands, Scar didn't know if it was scared or happy? It was certantly a dumb fish, Scar knew that for sure. That was the only time Scar and Grian actually laughed and agreed with each other, both of them noted how if the cod was caught again, they'd cook it up to have for dinner. Saying the fish was just asking to be a meal.

That almost came true as well when Scott caught the same cod again, they knew it was the same cod every time by the small mark on it's back. Grian had bent down to grab the fish to put into the bucket, but before she could grab the cod, a raccoon swiftly stole it away. Scar and Grian had chased after the raccoon to try to get it back, but the raccoon was too fast and it soon disappeared from the two children. When they realized they were getting along, Grian and Scar quickly went back to resenting each other, thinking back to how they didn't want to be in this situation. Each of them blamed the other for the fact that the raccoon had gotten away.

While on the way back from fishing, Scott brought up Grian's favorite fish, a salmon. Despite the obvious hints that Grian was trying to give to Scott to not mention it, Scott didn't understand and told Cleo and Scar of the salmon plush that Grian brought with him on the trip. Scar could see the embarrassment on Grian's face, it made Scar softly chuckle. Once at the palace Scott suggested Grian show Scar his plush collection, and Scar was eager to see it… However, his eagerness was flushed away as Cleo offered Scar show his own plush collection after Grian… which Grian was very excited to see, but Scar couldn't tell if it was genuine excitement or if it was sarcastic excitement. Either way, Scar and Grain seemed to have a secret and reluctant respect for each others plush collection… Though, that didn't stop Scar from making teasing comments, nor did it stop Grian retaliating with her own snarky snaps at Scar.

With time, the air began to chill and the leaves began to shift colors and fall… Summer was over. Bdubs would be back soon, but not soon enough to meet Grian before she left… Bdubs was probably the luckiest kid in the Kingdom to be able to have gone to camp and miss out on meeting the most irritating Princess. Though his brother's luck would only last until next year… Scar watched as the carts were packed up with Scott and Grian's belongings, he could barely keep in his excitement. Finally! Scar would be free… even if that freedom lasted only a portion of the year…

Cleo and Scar approached the Riven family as Scott was getting the horse ready to ride to the docs. "It was a pleasure seeing you this summer Scott, and you too Grian. I can't wait until you both return." Cleo said as they gave Scott a hug.

"I can…" Scar mumbled his breath, he glanced at Grian as he thought he heard the Princess say the same thing he did. He met Grian's dark gaze and blinked rapidly, he hoped Grian didn't hear him… well, no. He didn't care. If Grian heard him or not wasn't his problem, especially if she said the same thing.

Scott hugged Cleo back and nodded with a soft chuckle, looking at them with a knowing expression. "Yes, I look forward to our future meetings." He agreed. Scar frowned, maybe Grian had to have time to convince Scott to stop the meetings… Because Scott certainly saw a future in the next summer being something similar to this one. Scott then gently patted against Grian's back. "Sunshine, go say your goodbyes to Scar." He prompted and motioned to Scar.

Scar stiffened a bit and looked up from the ground as his name was mentioned, he glanced up at his Mother and sighed as he saw them nod to him. Scar walked forward and met Grian in the middle of the parents. "Goodbye Princess Grian. It was nice to have you." He reluctantly grunted through his teeth, he eyed Grian and awaited her reply.

Grian gave a small bow with her dress and sighed, "farewell Prince Scar." She started, she glimpsed up at Scar and gave a smug smirk. "Until next time." With that, Grian turned away and with help from her Father got onto the horse, not giving Scar a chance to kiss her hand, which Scar was grateful for.

The smirk that Grian showed Scar told him that she enjoyed torturing him, even though she didn't enjoy her time here. That look made Scar doubt Grian would try to get out of the next meetings… Scar huffed and crossed his arms, backing up beside his Mother. Scar didn't take his gaze off of the horse or the cart until they were out of sight, and once back in his room, he watched from his window as the ship sailed away.

Good riddance. Scar thought to himself, leaning against the window. He hoped that maybe this all was just a phase his Mother and Scott were going through, maybe by next year they'd realize that this was all for nothing. Scar didn't like Grian, she was too annoying and would always mess with everything. Not to mention the fact that on the first day she tried beating him up.

"Give her a chance, Scar. She's a very interesting person when you actually get to know her."

Cub's voice made Scar jump, nearly making him fall off his chair by the window. The young Prince turned to Cub and frowned, sitting in a pouting position on the chair. "No way, Cub. Let me remind you that I never asked for this." He huffed, crossing his arms and turning his head away from Cub.

Cub sighed and walked forward, "maybe not all the time, but sometimes… the things we don't ask for are the thing that will make us happy… You never asked for any of your stuffys, but they still made you happy didn't they?" Cub leaned against the windowsill beside Scar's chair, rubbing the child's back.

Scar shook his head, "none of my stuffys threw living fish at me." The Prince pointed out, glaring at Cub.

Cub laughed quietly and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You will understand eventually." He whispered and stared forward.

Scar kept his eyes on Cub. The only one who didn't understand was Cub, he didn't have to deal with Grian everyday, morning to sunset, during the summer… Scar was sure, nothing could change his mind about how he felt about Grian.

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Eight. Eight was the number of years it had been since the first meeting with Scar. Eight was the number of times that Grian was forced to sail to Kingdom Tinkerer to spend the summer with Scar. Though. Only two of those eight years was when Grian started to question herself. More specifically, question whether she even felt like a she… Grian would be 14 in a few months, and she thought that these feelings would go away, but they never did.

There had been a few parades where Grian would look at herself in the mirror with her themed dress and frown. She knew dresses weren't only for girls, after all her Father would sometimes wear dresses and skirts. However, when Grian stared at herself, she wished she was in someone else's body… or even like she was trapped in this body… her hair felt too long, and the way she dressed was just too… feminine…

At one point during the winter parade, Grian brought this feeling up with Pearl while she was helping Grian get ready for a parade. Pearl was just about to fix up Grian's hair when she spoke up.

"Pearl… do you… ever wish you looked different?" Grian asked quietly, staring down at her hands in her lap.

Pearl placed down the supplies that would be needed to style the Princess's hair to the side on a counter. She paused though, looking at Grian with curiosity in her close to crimson eyes. "Different how? I mean.. sometimes I wish I was just a tad shorter, being tall isn't all as fun is played up to be." Pearl laughed and sorted all the stuff out.

Grian huffed a half hearted laugh and nodded. "Right… but you wouldn't change anything about how you look…?" She asked, messing with her shoulder length hair.

Pearl stopped what she was doing as she noticed Grian's shift of demeanor, she crouched down to meet the gaze of the 13 year old who sat in the chair before her. "No…" she answered honestly. "Would you?" Pearl tilted her head at Grian, her long hair fell off her back and settled at her shoulder.

Grian froze for a minute as Pearl asked her question. It was a simple question. A 'yes' or 'no' was all Grian had to say. Pearl had answered it just fine when Grian asked it. So why did it seem impossible to answer now that Grian was the one being asked?

Grian grabbed onto a few strands of her hair and took a shaky breath. "Yes… I would…" she replied, her voice barely even a whisper. She glanced up at Pearl to see how she reacted… but the only emotion from Pearl that Grian's eyes met was compassion, and a look that told Grian to elaborate.

"My hair… I think I want it shorter.. I… I don't like it this long." Grian mumbled and ran her fingers through her wavy hair. As a child, Grian's hair was a lot more wavy, but the weight of hair she had had pulled down some of the curls.

Pearl hummed, tapping her chin as she stared at Grian's hair. The long amount of time that Pearl spent focused on Grian's hair made her feel like the maid was imagining Grian with short hair. What if Pearl didn't like what she imagined? Pearl was skilled at hair styling, she had to be since she had lots of her own hair to play with. Pearl always liked it when Grian had to have her hair fixed up in a fun way, Grian didn't want to take that away from her… but Grian wasn't sure how much longer she wanted her hair past or at her shoulders…

Just as Grian was about to deny what she had said earlier, Pearl snapped her fingers and gave Grian a confident smile.

"I think I can get you short hair by styling it up in a certain way. In that case, you can see how short hair feels on you, and if you like it, I'm sure Scott can set up some sort of hair cut appointment for you." Pearl muttered and grabbed her hair supplies, putting a few bobby-pins sticking out her mouth. Pearl turned Grian around on the chair and got her facing towards the mirror. "Just sit there and let me get you some temporary short hair." Pearl mumbled with the bobby-pins between her lips.

Grian felt her whole body jittery with excitement, though she forced herself to stay still so that Pearl could style easier. Grian stared forward, though from time to time Grian would glance at what Pearl was doing. It felt freeing to see her hair get gradually shorter and shorter, while still matching the theme of today's parade. Once it was all finished, Grian stared at herself in the mirror with utter disbelief.

"Wow…" Grian breathed, softly trailing her fingers over her hair at the length that she desired for a while.

Pearl smiled at her work and gently placed her hands on Grian's shoulders. "You like it? I think you look great. Short hair suits you." She said and smiled at Grian through the mirror.

Grian turned to Pearl with a bright grin. "You think?" She giggled, taking another glance at herself in the mirror. Grian shifted on the chair and hummed. "Is… is it possible if I could wear something other than a… a dress this time around?" It was so nerve wracking to ask such a question. Pearl was always a person who planned ahead, knew what her next movement was before she even did it. Grian worried that it might be too late to ask for a change of clothes.

Pearl nodded quickly, she then helped Grian up off the chair and took her to the closet. "I had a outfit planned out, but I think with your new short hair, we can change up the wardrobe." She muttered and opened up Grian's closet, placing her hand to her mouth as she stared at the clothes hanging around. Pearl's focused face was always something that Grian found amusing, she could tell the maid was looking at every possibility, her foot tapping on the ground with precision. What the most awarding thing when Pearl was focused, was when she figured out the last of her thoughts. This happened when Pearl was staring at Grian's hair, but the Princess was too worried about how Pearl would act when she told her about her wish to change her hair to notice Pearl's thinking face.

"I've got it!" Pearl's voice sounded just as she snapped, her face lighting up with the passion she had for her idea. The maid rushed forward and grabbed a few things from Grian's closet. There it was, the rewarding part of Pearl's focused state. Grian smiled widely, knowing that Pearl had just the thing that Grian was wishing for. The Princess watched as her sister in spirit got to work, sizing things up on a body mannequin that matched Grian's measurements. Was there a few dresses that were cut up due to Pearl's creativity? Sure, but no one had to know about it… no one would even notice that the dresses were gone if Grian was being honest with herself.

Soon enough the outfit was done, and Grian was buzzing with excitement. It was perfect. Pearl used a top of a dress to add ruffles to the collar, another dress top acted as a jacket around the white ruffled top. The bottom of a dress, Pearl had styled into a fashionable cape and sash. Grian already had pants, so luckily Pearl didn't have to make those, but the pants Pearl chose worked so well with the outfit she created.

Pearl's chest rose and fell, a huge smile was plastered on her face as she turned to Grian. "Well come on, I'll help you get it on." She said, ushering Grian over to the changing room. It fit so perfectly, and Grian could feel herself feeling more like who she wanted to be… Grian didn't even realize the tears that had formed in her eyes. Pearl noticed them however, and once the outfit was on Grian, she bent down and held Grian's hands.

"Grian… how do you feel?" The voice Pearl used was so sincere that it made Grian's whole body relax. Grian looked at the mirror, staring at the outfit and how it suited so well with how Grian was feeling… it was clear, she noticed that she now looked more…

"Like a Prince…" Grian breathed out, answering Pearl in such a small voice. The words soon processed and Grian froze, was that okay to say? Surely it was… right? Grian slowly looked at Pearl, tears rolling down gradually.

Pearl smiled and hugged Grian, "do you want to feel like a Prince?" She asked in a whisper, rubbing Grian's back.

Grian thought about the answer to that question for a while… was the opposite gender really how Grian felt? Or was it just the dislike for dresses and long hair? Did everyone now and again wish they could customize how their body looked? Specifically for girls or women to modify the female parts into… more male looking? Did everyone feel like they were in the wrong body…? Pearl didn't think she was in the wrong body. Scott never said anything about a wish like that. Even Scar and Bdubs never mentioned anything that was even remotely close to how Grian was feeling… One person Grian knew had similar, but not the same, thoughts as Grian. Cleo. During one of the summers that Grian was over, there was a conversation that Cleo and Grian had. Cleo explained that they didn't feel fully female, only partly, other times she just felt human, no gender. It wasn't completely how Grian felt, but there was a sentiment that Cleo said that always stuck with Grian.

"Exploring how you feel is never wrong, try new experiences every now and then to find who you are. That's how I found out. Maybe in those new finds, you'll see who you are."

Grian took a shaky breath and nodded to Pearl's question, a smile slowly growing. "Yes… I-… I think I do want to be a Prince… in… instead of a Princess…" Grian hugged on tight to Pearl, someone who was always there to listen and comfort Grian.

The hug became tighter as Pearl's arms squeezed Grian, "well… I can start using Prince for you… do you want me to use he/him for you as well?" Pearl asked, releasing Grian from the hug and looking at the new Prince with compassion.

Grian sniffled and nodded, trying to fight back the tears that flowed from his eyes. He chuckled softly as Pearl wiped his tears and scolded him for trying to stop the happy tears.

"Ya'know, I think your Father would love to know… I know he'll be very happy to know more about his child." Pearl whispered, cleaning up Grian's face once he had stopped crying.

Grian messed with his hands and looked down. "M-maybe after the parade… I'll tell him at dinner tonight…" he mumbled then looked at Pearl with pleading dark eyes. "Will you be there with me when I tell him…? Please…?" He wasn't sure why he was so worried, Grian knew his Father accepted and respected Cleo and their pronouns… why would it be different for Grian? No matter how hard his brain reasoned with him, Grian still seemed to worry. If Pearl was by his side, he'd feel a lot more relaxed.

Pearl reached out and held Grian's hand, smiling down at him with pride. "Of course I will be."

Grian let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, he let his muscles lose it's tenseness. He then perked up with a thought. A thought that could change his entire life. For the better. A slow mischievous grin appeared on Grian's face, and the idea grew in his head until it became more of a possibility. "You think now that I go by Prince, Father and Cleo will stop this whole meet up between Scar and I? I mean, surely they wouldn't make Scar marry me if he's not attracted to men." Grian looked up at Pearl as he spoke, his chest puffing up with excitement. Maybe this was the world telling everyone that Scar and Grian weren't meant for each other.

Pearl's face distorted into something that absolutely crushed Grian's confidence in this newfound idea he had. "Mmm… I'm… not too sure about that…" she started, but quickly continued. "I mean of course Ruler Cleo and King Scott would never make anyone marry someone they weren't attracted to." Grian raised his eyebrow at that claim that Pearl made, maybe they wouldn't make it happen or force it… but they would definitely overly encourage it until Grian and Scar were able to deny it themselves… Pearl ignored Grian's look and went on. "I just… I chat with Cub sometimes, and on some occasions Etho through letters… and Scar…" her voice trailed off as she looked down at Grian. There was a small bit of silence before Pearl waved her hand with a chuckle. "Sure! It's always a possibility." She blurted, patting Grian's head.

Before Grian could respond, he was dragged away to get to the parade cart, where Scott was waiting for them. Scott definitely took notice of Grian's new look, he knew what outfit was planned for his child before Grian did. So the fact that it was different was something that shocked the King. Though Scott didn't mention anything about it, only genuinely saying that Grian looked nice. Grian could sense that his Father knew something was up, but he also knew better than to ask about it right before going in public. Despite Grian not saying anything to Scott to his change of pronouns, he noticed that his Father didn't refer to Grian as his daughter or Princess, just his child. Which made Grian feel more confident in the soon to come conversation with him about this new change.

After the parade was over, Scott wasted no time in taking Grian to the dining room for dinner. It didn't take a lot for Grian to convince Scott to let Pearl join them for dinner.

Grian looked up from his food and looked at Pearl, who nodded to him encouragingly. Grian took a deep breath and shifted his gaze to his Father. "I… I have something to say. Some good news I've recently found out." He spoke quietly but just enough for Scott to hear him. Grian saw the shining love and anticipation in Scott's eyes from across the table, Grian hoped that he didn't think Grian was about to confess he liked Scar. Grian didn't think that would ever happen, but he certainly didn't want to completely disappoint his Father with such different news. "Father, I want to be a Prince… I want to be called he and him… and… and I want to cut my hair short." He whispered and played with the food on his place with the fork.

It was silent, it seemed to drag on forever… Grian was spiraling in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Scott had gotten up from his chair. His Father's arms were suddenly around Grian, hugging him tightly. Grian could feel Scott's heartbeat, it was as calm as ever, while still having an excited thump to each beat. "I told you on the very day that you became my child… you will know only love in these walls…" Scott's soft voice was reassuring to hear, and it caused more tears to form in Grian's eyes. As Scott pulled away, Grian saw that not only were his eyes misty with tears, his Father's were as well. "I will always love you Grian, no matter how you identify. I love you, son…" Scott whispered and cupped Grian's face with his warm palm. "Do you want the Kingdom to know so that they refer to you as you want to be identified? It's up to you." Scott asked and hugged Grian again.

Grian sighed softly and hugged Scott back, burying his face in the crook of Scott's neck. "Not… not yet… I want to experience and live this with my family before the Kingdom knows." Grian felt relieved as he felt Scott nod rub his hand against his back. Everything felt as it should be, and Grian still had that small hope that maybe this would stop the meets with Scar…

There weren't many times that Grian locked the door to his room, mostly locking it when he was getting dressed or when he was being petty with Pearl. Not normally did Grian lock his door cause he was mad at someone, or as a way to hide away. Though… this was one of those times… Grian sat on his bed with his arms crossed, a scowl on his face. Some would say he's in his rebellious phase now that he's 14 years old, but Grian was always like this, it was just now that he decided to act on his feelings. The Kingdom wouldn't appreciate how he's acting, especially with the reason why he's being so stubborn… However, Grian didn't care what the Kingdom thought. He stopped caring when he finally shared with the Kingdom how he identified and how he would be addressed from then on. Most of Chromia accepted and supported Grian in this change, though there were still some that were worried that this would ruin the plans that Scott had with The Tinkerer Kingdom… Unknown to the Kingdom, that was Grian's hope all along. That hope however would soon be squashed like a bug.

Who was the young Prince mad at that caused him to go as far as to lock his door? Well that was none other than the King himself. Grian's Father, Scott. The reason being that Scott was still standing firm in bringing Grian and Scar together, in hopes that they would catch feelings for one another. A few days after Grian told Scott about his new identity, Scott pulled Grian aside and read him a letter from Cleo. The letter read as follows;

To My Good Friend, Scott.

I'm so very happy to hear about Grian, I had my suspicions about him and it looks as though I was right. Congratulations on your new Prince, I'll tell you, Princes can be just as (if not more) high maintenance as Princesses. But that's all to say that I have advice on not only Prince stuff, but transitioning as well.

As for your concern about the meets, as of getting your previous letter, I was writing to you about a similar concern. However, I believe we can continue with them as usual. Scar came to me a few days ago telling me his disinterest in women, he is exploring his sexuality and is content with the gay label. I will keep a watchful eye on Scar, and if anything changes, I will let you know as soon as possible. You and Grian are welcome to travel down in this summer as normal.

Until We Meet Again,

From Cleo Clocker.

Even though Grian argued against going back to the Kingdom Tinkerer for something that felt useless, Scott stayed consistent in his decision on bringing Grian to meet with Scar. Saying that even if Grian and Scar didn't catch feelings, it would be good for Grian to have peers his age to interact with. Grian was tired of sailing to Kingdom Tinkerer. He always got sick and the summer there was so much hotter than it was in Chromia. Grian was taking a stand for himself, he was trying to protest that if he and Scar had to meet, the Clocker family should sail to them. It only made sense to Grian, maybe they should even swap every year on who should travel. Not that Grian wanted to have the meet at all, but if it had to happen, it should be fair.

It probably wasn't the most convenient day to be 'throwing a fit' as one would say, but Grian didn't care if it was the morning they had to sail to the Clocker family. He wasn't budging.

"Good heavens, Grian!!"

Grian could hear his Father's frustrated tone from below his balcony outside his room, Scott's voice only made Grian tighten his crossed arms and shut his eyes stubbornly.

"Don't delay this trip any longer than you already have!"

Grian groaned, blinking open his eyes and shifting his gaze, frowning at his balcony. He stood up and dragged his feet over to the open doors. Grian had made things difficult while packing; continually changing the clothes he wanted to bring along, 'accidentally' breaking the bag zippers, and acting as if he couldn't find his toiletries.

"We can't keep Scar waiting!"

Grian sighed as he saw his Father on the ground, calling up to him with a frustrated expression. "I haven't changed or washed my hair, oh and did we forget that I get seasick?!" Grian hissed back at Scott, leaning over the edge of the balcony railing. The Prince met the King's face with his own exhausted and irritated expression.

Though Grian tried his hardest to stand his ground, he eventually caved all thanks to Pearl who came by his room and reminded him that she would miss the stories from Grian about messing around with Scar and Bdubs. Grian had thought about it for a moment before he reluctantly got onto the ship. Grian didn't talk to Scott still, despite sitting right across from him in the lower deck. He blamed it on his seasickness when Scott had asked if he was okay. Grian occupied himself on the ship by following the cracks and lines in the wood with his finger, being careful as to not get a splinter.

While thinking of anything but his aching stomach and pounding head, the last memory he had at home popped in his head. Grian was stood in his room, grabbing his last bag when he saw the displayed necklace on his dresser top. The necklace was opened, and Grian could easily see the two flower petals in resin that still looked as lush as the first day they bloomed. Grian paused, staring at the necklace for a long while. The fuzzy echo of a vision laced his mind; Scar, placing the necklace over his head and securing it to his neck… Grian was just a baby but he could still remember the gold that reflected in Scar's green eyes. With a shake of his head, Grian returned his gaze to the necklace with a glare. Scar used to, and still sometimes told him how he was only told to get a gift for Grian's second birthday, it wasn't his choice. Meaning the necklace wasn't really a gift from Scar, but probably from Etho or Cleo.

Pearl had walked in while he was staring at the necklace, she asked if Grian was going to finally bring it to the meet. The snap that Grian replied with shocked Pearl, he could tell by the way Pearl's eyes had widened and how her eyebrows had creased. He apologized and corrected his tone, telling Pearl that he wouldn't bring that necklace anywhere, it would stay sat on his dresser top collecting dust… The sudden jerk of movement in the ship caused Grian to shiver and return from his memory.

Even with Grian's best efforts to distract himself from the seasickness, all of it was futile, only helping by a smidgen. By the time the ship was docking the unloading station, Grian fully believed that his stomach was in knots. With time, the Tinkerer Kingdom had built a designated place for where the Riven family would enter the familiar land. It wasn't anything fancy at first, but the moment after Scott got permission to put his hands on the plans, it be came something more than what Cleo had initially intended. Course Scott didn't leave them to fund for it all, Scott sent money over Cleo to cover what extra money his changes had costed.

The outside was so blinding that Grian had to shield his eyes from the sun with his hand, couldn't Tinkerer have one cloudy summer day? Grian rubbed his eyes to try to get them adjusted to the change in lighting, squinting his eyes at his Father as he walked down the ramp from ship to land. Watching as Scott greeted Cleo who was waiting below, Grian tried finding where Scar and Bdubs were. Something told him that things weren't right, unfortunately he didn't listen to that feeling… that mistake costed Grian a tomato to the face, splattering on his clothes and certainly not helping his headache. Grian growled and slowly looked at where the tomato had come from, tomato dripping from his cheek.

From behind a barrel Grian could spot two boys laughing while one held a hand made sling shot. The one holding the launcher had a portion of his shaggy hair in a small ponytail while the other had a bandana to keep his hair out of his eyes. When the two of the boys spotted Grian glaring at them they quickly ducked behind the barrel and returned to their place beside Cleo. Scar and Bdubs, the two Princes that resided in Tinkerer were the ones to hit Grian with a tomato. That kind of behavior would be very frowned upon in Chromia, but here in Tinkerer the royal family was more in tune and connected with the community… which meant they were seen less as someone to expect great formality. A lot of the people from Tinkerer had started to meet Scott and Grian when they arrived, probably as a stitch to help them feel welcomed into the land.

Grian sighed and rubbed the tomato off have face, trying to wipe the rest off his clothes the best he could, which wasn't a lot… as much as Grian didn't want to be in Tinkerer, his dislike for ships outweighed the other. So with slow and elegant movements, Grian tried to keep his formality while in public, even if some didn't keep that formality…

"Grian! It's so good to see you, your new hair looks great." Cleo greeted Grian and hugged him close, acting as if Grian was already apart of the family and not just a friend's kid.

Grian huffed, trying to take a breath as it felt like his ribs were being crushed. He gasped as he was released and smiled weakly to Cleo. "Good to see you again too Cleo…" he whispered, rubbing his side. He may not like Scar and Bdubs, but Cleo was alright… Grian still was upset with Scott and Cleo for continuing this whole thing, but just like with his Father, at times he could look past that and just spend time with Cleo.

Grian stiffened as Cleo motioned Scar forward to greet the new Prince. This would be the first time Scar would see Grian as he was always meant to be… a part of Grian was nervous, but he didn't know why. If he didn't care what his own Kingdom thought, why would he care what this measly Prince thought? "Prince Scar." Grian gave a dip of his head. It may have not been the nicest of greetings, but that's all Grian wanted to give after the tomato incident.

Scar gave a little giggle that made Grian tense with frustration. "Prince Grian, I'm excited to see you once more, from my head.. to-mah-toes…" Scar snickered and bowed to Grian.

How was Scar able to sneak a tomato pun into the greet?! Had he practiced that?! Grian could feel his blood boiling, he took a deep breath to try to calm down. Grian threw daggers with his eyes at Scar, he may not say anything, but his glare was all the voice he needed to get his message across. Bout the only vow Grian would be making to Scar was the vow that he will eventually get him back for every prank he pulled on the Chromia Prince. When Scar reached for Grian's hand to kiss it, most likely out of habit, Grian snatched it away and crossed his arms. He never wanted Scar's lips touching his skin again, he wasn't a Princess anymore, the hand kiss wasn't needed anymore.

Even though this meet was mainly for Scar and Grian to get to know each other, Cleo still made Bdubs welcome Grian. "Prince Grian! The purée of heart from Chromia! It's a pleasure to meet you here again!" Bdubs announced, taking a dramatic bow, most likely to cover his chuckling. The one that needed to really hide his giggling was Scar.

Grian didn't catch it at first, but then it clicked, the realization made Grian's body tense. Bdubs also made a tomato joke… gritting his teeth, Grian huffed and nodded, dipping his head to Bdubs. "Prince Bdubs… the pleasure is all mine…" Grian struggled to say those words without a growl lined in his tone, he assumed he failed by the way Scott raised his eyebrow at him. There was a bit of silence before Cleo clapped her hands together and looked at the others around.

"Shall we go? Etho started a lovely meal for us all when we left, so it should be done now." Cleo announced and lead everyone to the palace, they and Scott were in ahead of the children. Grian attempted to join them but a voice from behind stopped him. A voice he wished he didn't know all too well.

"Gri!"

With a heavy sigh, Grian glanced behind to see Scar smiling brightly at him, but he knew that smile wasn't genuine. That was a smile of someone who wanted to cause trouble. "What?" Grian didn't intend for his voice to be as harsh as it was, but there was nothing that he could do about it now.

Scar squinted his eyes with a small smirk, he waved his hands around while making a dismissive sound. "Oh pffft- come on now.. you don't have to be like that." He remarked, crossing his arms.

Bdubs nodded, throwing his hands up in the air while walking. "Yeah! You should be happy, I mean your a Prince now! That should be something to celebrate!" He shouted, smiling at Grian with an expression that only told mischievous intent.

Grian raised his eyebrow at Scar and Bdubs, "right. You two have been Princes longer than me, yet I think I'm more of a Prince than you two are put together." He groaned and turned back around, planning on ignoring the two.

Once at the palace, Cleo showed the family the new dining room and the new light fixture. Scott found it quite beautiful, Grian agreed, saying it lighted the room wonderfully. That was when Scott noticed the red on Grian's clothes.

"Grian! What happened to your clothes?" Scott gasped, grabbing onto the stained fabric and inspecting it, a frown plastered on his face.

Scar sucked in air through his teeth and looked away while Bdubs whistled, following his brother's gaze away from Grian.

Grian pressed his lips together in a frown, he could definitely rat the young Princes out, say that it was their fault. He would find it entertaining to watch them get in trouble, a slow grin ghosted on his face for a moment before he sighed dramatically. "Well-"

Grian barely started his sentence when he was interrupted by Scar. "Someone threw a tomato at Grian. I didn't see who it was but it came from the crowd." He explained, completely lying, but he had his brother to nod along vigorously to back his claim up.

Cleo looked at their boys with shock in their eyes. "One of our people? Really? That's very inappropriate of them… and unusual, they don't usually act that way." She hummed as she rubbed her chin, they sighed and looked at Grian. "I'm very sorry Grian, I know that's probably one of your most recent clothes." They frowned sympathetically at Grian and gave him a small bow as an apology.

The smile that was on Scar's face slowly disappeared as Cleo spoke, Grian noticed the way he began fidgeting with his hands. Was that regret he saw in Scar's eyes?

"I'll wash it myself, make sure that it's clean." Scar spoke up and stepped forward, he then grabbed Bdubs's arm and pulled him forward. "Bdubs and I will both help get the stain out." He announced, looking at Cleo then briefly at Grian.

"Wha-?!"

Bdubs began but was cut off by Scar who just jabbed him in his side, it seemed to hush his brother.

Cleo smiled proudly at Scar and Bdubs, "thank you boys, I'm sure Grian will be very grateful." They said as they glanced at Grian.

Grian stood still, staring at Scar and Bdubs. He wasn't sure how Scar and Bdubs could benefit from washing his clothes, the clothes that granted, they stained. He narrowed his eyes a bit before sighing. "Yes, I'm very grateful.." he replied and crossed his arms.

Scott smiled softly before patting Grian's back, "why don't you change for dinner, so that after dinner Scar and Bdubs can wash the clothes." He suggested. There was a feeling in Scott's eyes that Grian couldn't quite place, all he was able to tell was that it was positive.

Grian hummed before nodding, "very well." He replied before walking out of the dining room. Even though Cleo insisted on leading Scott and Grian everywhere, Grian had mesmerized the layout of the palace. It wasn't too big, definitely smaller than the Chromia palace. A few times during the summer meets Grian had ventured around with Cub or Etho, whenever Scar had stuff to do or if he had hidden from Grian. The Riven family always stayed in the same rooms, at this point the rooms were always reserved and referred to as their respective rooms.

Grian knew where to go, but for some reason Scar was told to escort him to his room… the Chromia Prince tried to ignore the Tinkerer Prince, luckily he didn't say anything.. that was until they arrived at Grian's room, Scar spoke up and looked behind him at Grian.

"Here you are. Get dressed fast will you? I'm hungry." Scar complained as he leaned against the wall beside the door.

That regret Grian thought he saw in Scar's eyes before had become a distant memory, practically nonexistent. Grian was sure now that it wasn't regret. The door handle was quickly found by Grian's hand, he paused and looked at Scar. He didn't say anything, only stared at him with a blank stare before going inside his room. Grian dismissed the thought that he saw Scar shiver at his stare, he didn't trust his eyes at the moment. First he made the mistake to think Scar had any regret against the tomato incident, then he couldn't tell what Scott's eyes were thinking. Though.. It wouldn't be the first person that someone shivered under Grian's stare… some butlers and maids had trembled when looking into Grian's eyes. They didn't last long in that position, either quitting or being fired… Grian always saw his dark eyes as a curse, others would be able to see themselves in his eyes, but would they ever see Grian in them?

Grian closed the door and sighed, he then went to his closet and opened it up. He frowned as he saw the clothes that he left behind the summer before, it was mostly feminine clothes, but there were some more masculine clothes, given that he's been questioning for a while. Grian grabbed the dresses and unhooked them from the hanger, he then placed all of his old clothes in a hamper and shoved it to the side. He glared at it for a moment before grabbing his clothes from the bags he brought.

Grian intentionally went slowly as he undressed his dirty clothes and redressed in his new clothes. Grian folded the dirty outfit he had on before and took it with him as he opened the door, immediately meeting Scar's eyes.

Scar jumped as Grian opened the door, but he tried to play it off with a pat down of his own clothes. "Jeez, you take forever." He groaned and rolled his eyes.

Grian smirked, "yes, that was my intention." He replied and shoved the dirty clothes into Scar's chest which caused Scar to stumble back a bit. Grian then walked past the Prince and made his way back to the dining room with a small smirk on his face.

Dinner was as usual, the chatting here and there, mostly between Cleo and Scott and Etho, Cub and Scar or Grian, Bdubs and Scar. The only ones that wouldn't talk to each other were the children at the tables, only giving short replies or requests to pass something from the table to each other. Grian saw a few times that Scott and Cleo would make displeased and worried looks at each other, then they'd whisper for a moment before continuing on eating. There was a sliver of hope in Grian that the two were finally realizing that this whole ordeal was a waste of time and money. Grian couldn't stand being around Scar, Bdubs was too loud for anywhere, and he knew that Scar and Bdubs would say something along those lines about him. The only thing all three Princes could agree on was that they didn't want this meet to go on.

After dinner was finished, Scott and Grian walked up to their room together. Usually Cleo would walk them to their room, or have Cub or Etho if they had something to do. But not this time around. For Grian saw Scott whispering to Cleo about something, the Ruler had nodding to the King and have a look that only said 'good luck'. Grian knew that meant Scott had something to say to him… a talk was about to happen… And right Grian was, not a few seconds after the Father and son were out of earshot from the Clocker family, Scott pulled Grian close to his side with one arm. An action he'd only do to prevent Grian from walking too far ahead.

"You should try to hang out with Scar and Bdubs this summer." The King said bluntly, briefly glancing at his son.

Grian narrowed his eyes and looked away. "Not happening. You know how I feel about all of this." He replied in a monotone voice.

Scott sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Grian. Scar offered and are currently washing your clothes that somebody stained." He huffed, looking at Grian with furrowed eyebrows. Grian didn't break his deadpanned expression, just staring at Scott with unblinking eyes. "I think that Scar is trying to get closer to you, and you just can't see it because you're too focused on the fact that you don't like coming here." He scolded, walking slower so that they could talk longer.

Grian scoffed and rolled his eyes, "you'd be surprised at who that 'someone' is that stained my clothes…" he murmured, too incoherent for Scott to understand. Before Scott could ask about his mumbled words, Grian went on. "It's not this place that I don't like, it's the fact I'm having to socialize with someone I don't like twenty-four-seven." He groaned, attempting to pull away from Scott's hold. Grian had wanted to continue but Scott spoke first.

"But maybe you just haven't gotten to know him, and I mean really know him. Grian, at least this summer try to involve yourself with them…" Scott wasn't letting go of Grian, in fact he stopped right outside the room doors and turned in front of Grian, gently holding the Prince's shoulders. "They deserve to know the real you… don't you think? Reintroduce yourself, show them that you have changed for the better." He said as he smiled softly at Grian, every time Scott spoke with enough passion, his accent became thicker. That was the cue for Grian to consider or agree to whatever Scott had offered him…

Maybe his Father had a point… At this point Scar and Bdubs only knew the old Grian, the untrue Grian. He could replace all of the former memories, maybe then, and that was a big maybe, Scar and Bdubs would treat him differently. A good different. As much as Grian didn't want to spend more time with Scar and Bdubs, the discomfort that the two Princes would only remember him from his past bothered him more…

Grian sighed and leaned into Scott's arms, soon becoming a hug that was quickly accepted and comforted. His Father's hugs were always the best, it was either warm or cold, depending on what Grian needed. He wasn't sure how a hug could be cold, temperature wise, but somehow Scott pulled it off. It was reluctantly groaned out by Grian, but his voice was softer and relaxed now. "Very well… I'll try this summer to include myself in whatever the two Princes are doing…"

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Soapy water splashed onto Scar as Bdubs shoved Grian's clothes that were stained by the tomato that Scar slung at the Chromia Prince into the bucket of hot water. The splash seemed intentional. Scar huffed and looked up at Bdubs, his eyebrows lifted up from its frustrated furrow as he saw his brother's glare. "What?" He mumbled and tilted his head. By the expression on Bdubs face told Scar that the splash was in fact intentional.

It was after dinner, and Scar and Bdubs were in the laundry room cleaning the clothes that Scar promised they would. His brother hadn't said much, but there was definitely something going on. Bdubs wasn't the quiet type, he liked to chat or crack a joke whenever he could. Bdubs was the most energetic kid, but Scar came up right behind him. One of the things that Scar did over throw his brother on was recklessness, sometimes his risky behavior caused trouble not only for him but his brother as well.

Bdubs scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air, splashing Scar again in the process. "Oh! I don't know! I'm dandy! I'm fine! It's not like I was volunteer-told to wash these clothes!!" He hissed and leaned forward to look at Scar more closely.

Scar flinched as the water hit him again, he sighed and wiped his face with his hand. "Listen, it was the only way that we wouldn't get caught." He muttered and scrubbed the soaked clothes, he glanced away from Bdubs and frowned. "I didn't like it either, but if I didn't say anything, Grian would have for sure ratted us out." He explained to his brother before rinsing the clothes and hanging them up to dry. They were almost done with the washing, there wasn't much else to do.

Bdubs rolled his eyes, "oh sure! But you didn't have to wrap me into all of this!" He groaned and grabbed the soapy bucket on the ground, it wasn't needed anymore. Bdubs walked over to the drain and poured the water down it.

Scar laughed, "you know for a fact that if I said something and you didn't, you'd be a suspect." He motioned to Bdubs with his hand before grabbing a towel. "I will accept thank yous." He said confidently, lifting his chin and standing up. He walked over to Bdubs and patted him on the back, almost making him drop the bucket.

Bdubs huffed and turned to Scar, glaring slightly at him. "Grian could still say something." He pointed out, grabbing the towel from Scar and drying his hands. "He could run his mouth out to Scott or Mom and get us in trouble." He raised his eyebrow at Scar, clearly thinking he knew better.

Scar shook his head, stretching his arms from side to side. "No no, see that's where you're wrong." He corrected, leading his brother out of the laundry room. "If Grian said something now…"

"You'll just look like your just trying to shift the blame onto the people who just washed your clothes." Scar chuckled quietly, giving Grian his clean clothes sharply. It was the next morning, and Scar was making his morning routine to Grian's room to say good morning to him. Not something he particularly wanted to do, but something he had to do since day one of this whole process. His eyes were squinted with smugness as he stared at Grian, he knew he had won this battle. He and Bdubs couldn't get in trouble now that they did a good deed for Grian.

Grian stood there with his clothes in his arms, he glared at Scar for a moment before taking a deep breath and entering his room. "Right. This was all for your own benefit, I see that now." Grian grumbled, leaving the door open as he put his clothes away.

Scar blinked quickly at the open door, usually this was the part where Grian would slam the door in Scar's face. Strange. Scar leaned up against the doorframe and watched Grian. "You bet it was. I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it all out." He scoffed and crossed his arms, glancing around Grian's room. It was rare for Scar to see the inside of the other Prince's room, he better take his chance to now.

There was a singular plushie that sat on top of the bed, it was Grian's salmon plushie. Scar was shocked to see that Grian still brought stuffys… though, Scar wasn't any different, he still had his collection, so he couldn't taunt Grian about it… Grian would for sure march all the way to Scar's room and find his massive collection.

Watching as Grian hung up the shirt last, Scar tilted his head at the other Prince. "What? No snarky come back? No retort?" He prompted with a giggle, "did I finally beat you?" He asked, smirking widely with pride.

Grian took another deep breath, Scar noticed he was doing a lot of those, was he having trouble breathing? "What's the plan today?" The Chromia Prince asked, turning to Scar with a strained face. There was definitely something wrong, Grian didn't usually pass up an opportunity to bash on Scar. What was going on with Grian? Scar knew Grian almost too well, it was more than what Scar wanted to know of the Prince, but he noticed every hand fidget, every eye twitch, every strained smile. Scar was just observant, that's all.

Scar hummed shrugged, "Bdubs and I planned on going in the village, it's-" Scar was cut off by Grian as he walked passed him to the hallway.

"Great. Let's get going then."

Scar froze, watching as Grian walked down the hall without him. Grian. Wanting to go with Scar and Bdubs somewhere? That was very odd… "n-now, hold on a minute, mister!" Scar called out and sprinted after Grian. "I said Bdubs and I. I never mentioned anything about you coming with." He growled, pointing and glaring at Grian as they walked side by side. His lower lip stuck out a bit in frustration, it felt like Grian was playing some sort of prank on Scar, but he was ready. "You can't trick me, I'm two steps ahead! Always! You ain't comin with." He announced, his voice standing firm.

Grian slapped Scar's pointed finger away, "I'm coming with. Don't forget, we're supposed to hang out." The young Prince gave Scar a deadpanned expression.

Scar huffed, crossing his arms, "that's only when King Scott, Mom, Etho or Cub are watching. And they have their own stuff they are dealing with. Politics and such." He waved his hand around as he rolled his eyes. "You can sure on try following us, but it'll be hard to keep up." He challenged, smirking at Grian.

Grian stopped, looking at Scar with a new found determination. That expression was one Scar didn't like seeing. It only meant that Grian would be even more annoying given that he had a drive to do something at his best… "If I keep up with you and Bdubs this half of the summer, the rest of the summer we get to do what I want…" Grian whispered, putting out his hand to shake on it.

Scar looked at Grian's hand then back up at the Chromia Prince, he smirked. This would be easy, all Bdubs and he had to do was play a good game of hide and run… a game they made up. Someone would hide, then the other person would search. If the hider was found, they had to run, and the seeker would chase after them to tag them. Scar huffed and grabbed onto Grian's hand firmly. "You've got yourself a deal…"

Dust tickled Scar's nose as he hid behind the large curtain that covered the windows of the hallway, the windows that overlooked the Kingdom below. Scar turned his head and body slightly and glanced out to the civilian houses and buildings below. The sun was warming Scar's body, though his physical body was warming, he felt his emotions warm too. One day he'd rule the Kingdom. Even though Scar was the eldest and would technically rule alone, he would want to rule with his brother by his side.

Scar moved again and took a better look out the window, he could see familiar buildings, some people he talked to before the summer. The Kingdom knew him and his brother well, since they regularly visited the Village. When it wasn't the summer, Scar and Bdubs attended a school in the Village. There, their title as Princes meant nothing. Maybe not nothing, but their status didn't make them any more important than the other students.

A jab from Bdubs snapped Scar out of his trance, Scar jumped a bit and looked at Bdubs with a 'what was that for?!' look. "Stop moving! You're gonna get us caught!" Bdubs snapped, he kept his words in a whisper to stay quiet.

Scar almost forgot what they were doing. Scar and Bdubs had been avoiding and running away from Grian all summer, it wasn't as easy as Scar hoped it would be… but that never stopped Bdubs and Scar from denying Grian from his win. It was strange that Grian didn't challenge Scar on the decision that kept him from winning… but Scar wasn't going to say anything, if it meant they wouldn't have to do what Grian wanted.

More than half of the summer had gone by, it wasn't almost over. Scar was ready to go back to school, though he didn't like it, he would rather school than hiding…

The curtains shifted, and Bdubs and Scar stiffened, hoping that whatever was moving their coverage would go away… but suddenly the curtains were thrown to the side, revealing the two Princes that were hiding. The one to find the brothers luckily wasn't the one that Scar and Bdubs feared it would be.

"What are you two doing?" Etho's voice was soft, with a slight hint of a chuckle. The light from outside the window shown on his face as he stared down at Scar and Bdubs.

The Prince brothers let out a sigh of relief, falling to the floor. Scar looked up at Etho, "we're… playing a game of hide and run with Grian. He hasn't won all summer, but he's determined to win." Scar explained in a semi lie, he then glanced back and forth in the hallway. "You haven't seen him have you?" He mumbled, looking back at Etho.

Etho smiled a bit and shook his head, "not near here, but I have seen him talking with Cub." He told Scar, reaching down to help the Princes up from the ground.

Bdubs nodded, "good! Cub can keep him busy while we run to our tree house. Made only for Tinkerer Princes!" He scrambled up and looked at Etho, "this Kingdom will be Scar's one day, and I'll help! Scar doesn't need no other King to help him rule." Bdubs crossed his arms and glared at Etho.

Scar smiled at Bdubs and rolled his eyes, he thought a bit about what Bdubs was saying… Scar wasn't opposed to having another King to rule beside him… but that other King would not be Grian. "That's right Etho! When I am King, no other person will break the bond I have with my brother!" He announced and threw his arm around Bdubs and pulled him closer. "We'll be the most respected! And the people will look up at us!" He exclaimed and smiled at his brother then Etho.

Etho hummed, "is that so?" He muttered and looked out the window Scar was looking out earlier. "Well here's something you should know… the people will look down at you more than they will look up at you." Etho's voice was calm, it had this sense of wisdom, like he had been King once before.

Scar scoffed and rolled his eyes, "yeah right! We rule them!" He glanced at his brother with a prideful grin.

Etho glanced back down at Scar, "maybe so, but they have their expectations for a good King. It's best you hold them above yourselves to be a righteous King, young Scar." Etho bent down to meet Scar's gaze. "The best attributes to have as a King is empathy and humility. Don't forget that."

Scar stared into Etho's eyes, eyes that seemed to hold so much knowledge of so many things. However, before Scar could respond, a shout rang out from at the end of the hallway.

"Hah! Found you!"

Bdubs yelped as he locked eyes with Grian, he turned to his elder brother and grabbed onto his arm. "We gotta go!! Come on let's go!!" He yanked Scar with him as he ran down the hall towards the stairs. "We have to gain some speed!"

Scar gasped as he was tugged along, soon to be running beside his brother, "use the stair railing!" He prompted and jumped up onto the sturdy wooden railing, he then began sliding down, his brother directly behind him.

Scar turned to look at the top of the stairs, only to see Grian sliding down a few feet behind them. "Wait up guys!" Grian called to them, a smug grin on his face. Scar yelped and hopped off the stairs, only running once Bdubs was on the ground as well. "Quick! To the tree house!!" Scar shoved Bdubs out the door and ran to the tree. The tree house was up on a taller tree, the only way up being a rope ladder, a support beam was the only other thing besides the tree itself, tying it to the ground.

Scar let Bdubs go up first before he scampered up the ladder as well, once he was up, he pulled the ladder inside the window and looked down at the ground. "When picking kings-" Scar started.

"Or friends!" Bdubs chimed in, giggling softly.

Scar nodded along, "I'd never chose him." He mumbled to his brother.

Bdubs grabbed the sign from inside their tree house and hung it on the wood below the window. "You'd think he'd take a hint and learn to read!" He laughed and gestured to the sign that said:

'NO CHROMIA PRINCES ALLOWED'.

Scar saw Grian run up and cross his arms in frustration when he saw them take the ladder inside and hang the sign. "This really isn't fair!" Grian stomped his foot as he shouted up at the brothers.

Scar shrugged and giggled, staring down at Grian. "We really couldn't care!" He taunted. He watched as Grian glanced around the tree, possibly looking for a way up. "No need to search, small Prince! The only way up, we took away." He crossed his arms in triumph, peaking down at Grian. His blood ran cold as he saw that Grian was eyeing a certain support beam… he tensed while watching as Grian kicked the support beam from the ground. "Wait!" Scar shouted, reaching out to Grian in hopes to stop him.

But it was far too late, the tree house came tumbling down with Scar and Bdubs inside. Scar caught a glimpse of Grian attempting to dodge out of the way of the falling debris, but unfortunately the young Prince was too slow.

"You have to be more careful!"

Scar could hear Scott's frantic voice from across the room, he glanced over and saw the King looking over his son, seeing all the cuts and bruises on Grian.

Scar, Bdubs, and Grian were injured by the tree house incident, and for once the three Princes agreed not to say the whole story with all the details. It would only cause more problems for all of them… the story they had all told was that when Grian was coming up the ladder, he had accidentally kicked the support beam and the tree house had come crashing down. The good thing was that none of the kids were very badly injured. Though Grian suffered from a broken arm, and Bdubs had fractured his ankle, Scar had probably the injury that would be the most noticeable.

While Scar was falling, a few wooden boards had cut his face and body, leaving a bad cut across his nose, jaw and his torso. He overheard the healers say that the cuts would most likely leave a mark, and without thinking Scar had tried cracking a joke saying that he'd live up to his name. The healers didn't laugh, but Bdubs and Cleo had chuckled, seeing that this was the way Scar was coping.

Cleo sat down on Scar's bed and gently brushed his hair out of his wrapped face, Scar could still see, but his vision was a bit limited. "Hey there, kiddo… are you doing okay?" Cleo asked, their voice was tuning out the conversation between Grian and Scott, Scar was trying to listen to what they were saying but he decided it was futile.

Scar sighed and smiled a bit, "I'm okay, I feel very sore. But overall I think I'll be fine." He replied to his Mother as he glanced up at them, he moved his head around until he could see all of their face.

"I think this will make you look tough!" Bdubs chirped from his bedside beside Scar, his leg was being held up to get the blood flowing to it.

Cleo hummed and nodded to what Bdubs said, "I agree. But know, no matter what happens, I'll love you. You'll always look beautiful to me, my son." They encouraged lovingly and smiled at Scar.

Scar gave Cleo a smirk, "you think I'd get more attention this way?" He asked jokingly, he laughed a bit then stopped as the movement hurt his face.

Cleo raised their eyebrow at Scar and sighed, shaking her head. "I think you will be the talk of the town. In a good way. If anyone says anything that bothers you, I'll just banish them." They decreed.

Scar wasn't sure if his Mother was joking or not, but he nodded along to her words. He messed with his hands a bit before he spoke again. "Is Grian okay?" He asked quietly.

Cleo turned their head to look over at Grian on his bed, too far out from Scar's field of vision. She turned back to Scar and nodded. "Yes, I think he'll be okay. His arm will heal." She said then raised their eyebrow at Scar and Bdubs. "Tell me again how this happened…?"

The tone that Cleo had used told Scar that they didn't quite believe the story that was initially told to them. Scar waved his hand around, "well when Grian was climbing-"

Scar's words were cut off as Cleo held up their hand to silence him. "No no no. I've heard that rehearsed bull before. I want the real story." She crossed their arms and stared between Scar and Bdubs, waiting for them to answer.

Scar shifted a bit in the bed, he wasn't saying anything, he looked towards his brother right as he started speaking.

"Fine!" Bdubs huffed quietly, "we… we were playing a game of hide and run… and Scar and I climbed up into our tree house. We took the ladder away hoping that Grian would find it funny." He began, watching his hands as he recounted a… semi true story… "Grian tried to find a different way up, he used the support beam to climb but then it fell…" Bdubs finished and scratched the back of his neck.

Cleo raised their eyebrow at Bdubs before sighing and giving a slow nod. "I knew there was more to the story… you boys shouldn't exclude Grian like that. Even a joke could be taken personally if it isn't said that it's a joke." She scolded and rubbed the bridge of their nose, they then stood up and took a deep breath. "I need to tell Scott of the true story, you boys need to apologize to Grian when you are all better." They pointed at Scar and Bdubs before walking away and taking Scott aside, out of the healing room.

Scar blinked a bit then glanced over at where Grian's bed was he saw the young Prince messing with the fabric of the sheets. Scar wondered if Grian could hear him if he spoke… "Grian…" he called over to the Chromia Prince.

Grian glanced up, looking at Scar with a slightly tilted head.

Scar could tell by Bdubs facial expression that he was shocked to see if Scar actually apologized to Grian… Scar took a deep breath and stared at Grian. "I'm sorry that you got hurt… though… We wouldn't be here if you didn't kick that support beam. " he said, his tone shifting as he smirked at Grian. Scar yelped as a pillow was thrown at him, he was quick though, and he dodged it.

Even with Grian's one broken arm, he was surprisingly still able to have a pretty good throw. "Are you kidding me?! You are blaming me?!" Grian shouted, glaring at Scar and Bdubs as the two giggled. "I wouldn't have kicked that stupid board if you guys had just let me in that stupid tree house!" He accused and looked around for another pillow.

Scar huffed, "oh come on, you saw the sign! We didn't make that. The tree house came with that sign." He smirked as he lied through his teeth, he shrugged and closed his eyes.

Scar had just opened his eyes to see a pillow flying across the room right at his face. The hit hurt quite a lot, but Grian didn't show any sympathy. "You two are impossible! I cannot believe I even tried!" Grian huffed, crossing his arms the best he could. He had run out of pillows.

Scar was still recovering from the pillow hit, but he froze as he heard what Grian had said. "You… you what?" He mumbled. But before he could go on, Cleo and Scott came back in.

The parents told the children that they were disappointed that the truth wasn't told right away, and more disappointed in the action of each child. They forced each of them to apologize to the other. In which Scar knew Grian didn't mean his apology, it was fine though because Scar and Bdubs didn't mean their apology either. Due to the children's injuries, they decided that it would be best to cut this visit short. Scar was very happy about that, and he could see that Grian was also very pleased, but they both kept their emotions hidden from their parents.

When it came time for Grian and Scott to leave, each Prince was able to walk, which meant Scar was forced to walk Grian out from the Palace Gates to the docs. Scar watched as the Chromia ship sailed off, he wouldn't see Grian until next year, which he hoped would take its time in coming around.

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The trees outside blew in the wind, it wasn't quite spring yet, but it wasn't quite winter or fall. It was that strange middle stage of seasons, where the flowers were just beginning to bloom again, but leaves still fell from the tall trees. Where it was still comfortable in a sweater, but also in a t-shirt. On some days the sun would shine in a way that reminded others of spring, while some days had a heavy cloud cover with a chilly breeze of winter. While still none of the weather from winter fully went away, there was still a hint of spring on the horizon.

Grian felt much like the weather now. Feelings still felt the same, but there was something strange deeper inside himself. The young Prince was 15 now, it's been one year since he figured out his true identity, and one year since he started high school. Scott got the idea to send Grian to a school in the Village from Cleo, and later that fall he sent Grian to a common school. In the school he felt like he was held up to a higher standard, as if he had to do better because he was a Prince. The other students all wanted to be friends with him, Grian knew it was only for his status. Whenever Grian brought over his 'friends', Pearl would be able to weed out the ones that were not truly there for Grian.

But there was one student who saw Grian as Grian. Someone who didn't care for Grian's Prince title and would regularly make fun of it. This person even passed the Pearl Test. Grian met this person during P.E on the first year of high school, and while he had a real name, Grian and him decided that Grian would use a nickname for him. BigB. He wasn't the only one who had a nickname, BigB also gave a nickname for Grian. He mostly called him G, it was short and sweet, something BigB said Grian was as well. BigB knew how to get Grian to smile and to laugh, a feeling that Grian was familiar with but a feeling he wasn't able to express as much as he wanted to.

There were many adventures that BigB took Grian on, some of them being during school times… Grian argued on skipping classes, but eventually would fold under BigB's immaculate ability to make it sound as if it was Grian's idea. Often times Grian would question himself on if it actually was his idea or not. BigB had an amazing way around words, a way that Grian usually got himself even more confused. Scott wasn't as pleased with Grian skipping school, he also tried to say that BigB was a bad influence. Grian maintained his opinion on BigB as someone who allowed Grian to be free and forget about his Princely responsibilities. There was something else that made Scott not fond of BigB, but Grian couldn't understand that part of Scott.

One of these adventures that BigB took Grian on was a trip through the nearby woods. He took the Prince to a river and surprised Grian with fishing poles, fish bait and binoculars to bird watch. It was Grian's birthday that day, and BigB knew all of Grian's favorite things. He could see that BigB worked hard to make things just right, even getting a nice sandwich making spread along with a special dessert made by BigB, cookies! It was the perfect picnic, one that Grian usually thought about.

While on this picnic, the two did some fishing. Grian gave BigB many tips on the best way to bait the hook, and the easiest way to cast out the line. While Grian was demonstrating a reel in trick, he found a cod at the end of his line. Grian swore to BigB that it was the same cod that his father caught when he first visited Scar, even pointing out a mark that looked unbelievably similar to the mark on the cod that day. BigB laughed and sarcastically agreed to Grian's delusional claims, he commented on how absurd it would be for a small cod like that to come all the way from the land of Tinkerer to the rivers of Chromia. The cod didn't seem to like the way BigB called him small, and flipped out of Grian's hands to slap himself against BigB's face. Grain and BigB had a good laugh before Grian let the fish go, back into the river. He did warn the fish that if he catch it again it would be Grian's next meal. It must have understood him because Grian didn't seem to catch him again.

Grian laughed in his chair at that memory that graced his mind, which caused someone to tap him on the shoulder, it was BigB. They were both in class, supposed to be paying attention. But Grian was daydreaming, and BigB was doodling on his notebook.

"What'cha laughin' about?" BigB asked in a hushed voice, leaning forward to hear Grian better when he spoke.

Grian took a quick glance at the teacher, he waited until she turned her back on the class to reply to BigB. "That one time I caught the same cod from years ago…" he whispered back, a smile on his face as he glimpsed at BigB.

BigB snorted quietly and shook his head, "I can't believe you still think it was the same freaking cod… I'm telling you, cod don't travel that far of a distance…!" He claimed quietly, taking small looks at the teacher to make sure she was still turned.

A huff from Grian was almost too loud, but luckily the teacher didn't notice. His eyebrows furrowed as he smirked at BigB. "I'm the fish expert! And that was for sure the same cod!" He hissed lightheartedly, he stiffened as the teacher turned back to the class, straightening his back and looking as if he had been listening the whole time. "We'll continue this after class…" he whispered to BigB.

From the corner of his eye, Grian could see BigB shaking his head. "No we will not." He heard BigB's small giggling reply, which made Grian smile.

Once class was over, Grian sat up on BigB's desk, not even packing up his stuff quite yet. Before Grian could even speak, BigB raised his hand for him to stop. "No no no no, I've already heard your argument! There is no need to say it again, mister!" He laughed and looked up at Grian from where he sat putting his papers away.

Grian let out a high pitched laugh, he covered his mouth and laughed more quietly as he saw that others had turned to look what the noise was. He sighed and smiled at BigB. "Very well, very well…" he mumbled and rolled his eyes.

BigB didn't speak for a moment, but when he did his voice was small and calm. "You should laugh your real laugh more.. it's nice." He whispered and stood up, now being taller than Grian.

The comment caught Grian so off guard that he only sat with his mouth opening and closing, searching for a reply. "Th-thank you.." he finally uttered out, not realizing he was messing with his hands.

A soft smile spread across BigB's face and he gently nudged Grian. "Come'on, get your stuff together and let's go. We can head to my place or yours now that school's over for the day. Any opinion on where we go?" He asked as he began to help Grian gather his belongings.

Snapping out of whatever daze he was in, Grian shook his head, opening his bag for BigB to place his stuff in. "Nope, I don't mind! How bout your place? It can sometimes get stuffy in the pal- my house." He corrected himself before he said 'palace'. Grian and BigB agreed on a rule that Grian wouldn't say 'palace' or 'castle' in regards to his living place. It was BigB's idea, he had noticed Grian looking embarrassed whenever he mentioned living in the palace. To give Grian some sense of normalcy, BigB offered that they just refer to Grian's home as anything but palace or castle. Grian liked the idea, especially when in the past his untrue friends would always emphasize that they'd rather go to the palace or castle. But at times, Grian's vocabulary of calling it palace and castle would slip out. BigB never got mad at Grian or would overly correct him when that happened. All the young man did was look confused at Grian and ask him to repeat himself until he said something other than the forbidden words. Usually it didn't take long for Grian to fix his phrase, and by the end of it both young men would be laughing.

There was a small pause from BigB as he waited for Grian to zip up his bag, he then nodded to his friend. "Alright! That's good. I cleaned my room yesterday." He said as he walked out with Grian.

Grian chuckled and looked skeptically at BigB, one eyebrow raised. "And it's still clean? That is surprising." He hummed and looked forward.

A gasp erupted from BigB as he placed his hand to his chest, looking overly offended. "What is that supposed to mean?! My room stays clean for a long time after I clean it! Especially when you come over." He proclaimed.

Grian rolled his eyes and nudged BigB as they walked from the school to his friend's house. "Ohhh I'm sure… I'll be the judge of that…" he smirked at BigB as he walked with him.

Soon came a day that BigB was taking Grian on another adventure, it wasn't any special day as far as Grian knew. It was just another adventure. Luckily this was during the weekend, which meant they didn't have to skip class. Grian was grateful for that, it had been a bit difficult in school lately, and Grian had been trying desperately to stay on top of things. BigB was doing everything he could to help Grian as well, like taking notes for him when he couldn't make it to class or when Grian was busy doing royal work.

Pearl was helping Grian get ready, a knowing look in her eyes. Grian turned to look at her as she fixed up his hair. "What are you thinking about? You have that look in your eyes." He said in a monotone voice.

Pearl moved Grian's head forward with her hand and focused again. "Oh nothing. You don't usually get this ready to go out. What's the occasion?" She asked, glancing at Grian in the mirror.

Grian pressed his lips together and looked away with his eyes, keeping his head straight. "BigB and I are going on an adventure." He replied, shrugging slowly.

Pearl raised her eyebrow at Grian. "Is that what it's called nowadays? Adventures? That's certainly different." She mumbled and examined Grian's hair from all angles.

A chill ran up Grian's spine and he squinted his eyes in confusion at Pearl. "What do you mean? Call what?" He asked, crossing his arms.

There was no reply from Pearl for awhile, she was too focused on Grian's hair. But she wasn't too focused not to hear Grian. "You'll figure it out. Hopefully today." She mumbled from behind her hand. "Okay, I think you're good! Make sure to let your Father know where you're going." She said as she helped Grian down from his chair.

Grian sighed and nodded, reluctantly going to find his Father. Scott wasn't a huge fan of BigB, but he could tell that BigB made Grian a happier person at school. So despite his feelings, Scott remained respectful and kind. Scott was inside his office, filling out some forms.

Grian knocked on the door then slowly opened it. "Hey Father, I'm going out to the forest with BigB." He said softly to Scott, smiling at his Father.

Scott looked up from his papers and took his glasses off his face. "Alright, just be sure not to stay out too late? Be safe." He said softly then leaned back in the chair. Before Grian could leave, Scott spoke again. "Is there…" Scott paused, placing a hand over his mouth as he thought. Grian could see that his Father was struggling to say the next sentence, he pressed his lips together and waited patiently for Scott to finish. "Is there anything between you and BigB?" Scott finally asked.

Grian felt his cheeks warm, he fidgeted with his hands a bit and looked down. The thought of anything between him and BigB made Grian feel… giddy… perhaps Grian wanted something there, but he'd never say… "no, there isn't. We're just friends." He responded to Scott and glanced back up at him.

Silence fell between Scott and Grian, both of them having an unreadable expression on their face. Scott then sighed and put his glasses back on with a small smile. "Alright, have fun, Grian." He said in a kind voice before returning to his papers.

Grian walked through the familiar forest, he knew where he was going, BigB told him that they'd meet at the waterfall. The forest was mostly quiet, other than the occasional cracking of twigs and leaves. Birds chirped in the trees, and at one point Grian saw a raccoon jumping from branch to branch. The sound of the waterfall was slowly gaining in volume, Grian first heard the river, then the crashing sound of falling water. Along the path that Grian walked along had a few flowers at the edge, one of them being a poppy. Grian stopped and stared at the poppy, it reminded him of the necklace on his desk… the dust had piled on it, and occasionally Grian would see Pearl cleaning off the collected dust.

"I picked the petals out myself…"

Grian could hear the sound of Scar's voice echoing in his head, recounting the petals in the necklace. Scar claimed that he hand picked the petals himself, but Grian doubted that… given the amount of times Scar complained about having to gift the necklace to him, it sounded unbelievable. Grian scowled at the flowers growing in the ground. The red in the poppy's petals were so vibrant, and usually Grian would admire the colours, but he just couldn't appreciate the flower due to the memory it held in Grian's mind.

"G?"

The sound of BigB's voice startled Grian so much that he let out a high pitched squeal, he whipped around and looked at his friend with a horrified expression. "Don't do that!! You can't do that!!!" He shouted as he shoved his now laughing friend, he couldn't help but giggle at himself too.

BigB put a hand to his face as he leaned forward with his laughter, "oh my god! I didn't mean to scare you!" He exclaimed and shook his head, tears of joy pricked in BigB's eyes.

While trying to recover from the scare, Grian held his shirt and took deep breaths, he could feel his thumping heart. He was almost certain that it was about to jump right out of his chest. "When you come up behind someone without warning, you are going to scare them!" He shouted and laughed a bit, smiling at BigB. His heart seemed to skip a beat as BigB reached forward and grabbed a hold of Grian's hand, his touch was so kind and soft. "Well next time I'll be more careful…" BigB spoke then began leading the young Prince towards the waterfall. "Come'on, you're late."

Following BigB felt slightly unreal, Grian's feet felt as if they were floating, and the visuals around seemed to blur and fade out, all Grian was focusing on was BigB. Grian swallowed and let out the breath he seemed to be holding in. "Yeah well maybe you're just early." He argued and followed his friend, switching his vision to the riverside beside them.

Once at the waterfall, Grian saw a cleared path to the rocks on the other side of the waterfall. He had never been behind the waterfall, he just assumed that it was all rock. BigB took Grian on the path and even though the two got a little misted on by the water, they soon found shelter in a small cave, lit by many lanterns. A comfortable looking blanket was laid on the ground with pillows and a nice chocolate spread, along with some of BigB's homemade cookies.

Grian blinked rapidly at the setup before looking at BigB with wide eyes. "What's this?" He laughed softly, his tone definitely gave away his nervous feeling. He could feel his face warming, but he hoped the dim light didn't reveal his flushing cheeks. Grian watched as BigB turned to him, grabbing both of his hands and smiling.

"Grian. I… I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time now…" BigB started, he led Grian deeper into the cave and sat down on the blanket with him. BigB opened and closed his mouth, as if searching for words.

Grian smirked and laughed softly, "guess it hasn't been that long if you're still looking on how to tell me." He teased and gently nudged BigB. He sat down with BigB and smiled at him, he kept his hands in the other's.

BigB huffed and shook his head, looking down. "You're impossible…" he sighed then glanced back up at Grian. It was then BigB's face hit the lantern light just right, and Grian could see faint blush on his cheeks. "Grian you… you're amazing… and I.. I hope that I can make you happy… I want you happy. So if you're happy here with me… I wouldn't mind spending… more time with you…" BigB stuttered out and squeezed Grian's hands, staring at him with a glimmer in his eyes, it was unclear on if it was just the lanterns glow or if BigB's eyes really just shined like that.

Grian blinked rapidly before smiling wide, he pulled BigB's hands closer and leaned in. "I am overjoyed to spend more time with you…" he whispered and gently cupped BigB's face in his hand. They both stared at each other for a long moment before slowly starting to lean in towards each other, their gaze on each other softening. Grian could feel BigB's hands trembling, but his body seemed to relax as Grian began running his fingers over BigB's hair. Nothing seemed to matter in this moment, nothing crossed Grian's mind, nothing nagging at his consciousness… it was just… quiet.

And that's exactly what Grian needed, his Prince duties have been a lot lately… especially with his Father having more serious conversations with him about things that the Kingdom expects of them as royals. Scott sometimes brought up the reason why they met with Scar every summer, it was all for a potential marriage. A hopeful marriage. Grian has expressed his feelings surrounding the whole affair, and though his Father has shown sympathy, he never stopped the meets. When Scott and Grian got into an argument about it, Scott stressed that unity between the two kingdoms would benefit everyone. Grian shot back that it was very unlikely that he would suddenly start falling for Scar. Eventually the two came to an agreement, after Grian turned 18, he would be able to decide on if he wanted to continue going to the Tinkerer Kingdom.

Grian slowly pulled back from BigB and smiled sheepishly at him, immediately putting his hands to his face. He mumbled something from under his hands, which only made BigB laugh. "What was that?" BigB asked and gently took Grian's hands from his face, leaning down to meet his gaze.

The look on BigB's face was so soft, so kind that Grian struggled for words, forgetting the ones he just said under his hands. "I just… I really enjoy your company…" he whispered, holding BigB's hands.

BigB smiled and pulled Grian in for a big hug, his heartbeat was strong and steady, no longer beating very fast. "I enjoy your company too…" he replied, his chin resting on the top of Grian's head.

Everything felt right, it felt still yet moving forward at the same time. Grian wrapped his arms around BigB's waist and buried his face in his chest. The bliss of not having any interruptions was short lived as a sudden thought intruded into Grian's mind. Grian suddenly pushed away from BigB and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes. "No… no one can know about this…" he whispered, his hands fidgeting. Would BigB be upset with Grian…? Maybe that's all BigB wanted, the fame and attention from the Kingdom…

BigB stared at Grian for a moment, he then struggled and smiled. "Okay..! I don't mind." He said as he lifted his hands up. "We could be like- secret soulmates or something." He giggled, there was a slight pause before BigB turned to Grian with a curious expression. "May I ask… why you want to keep us a secret…?" He asked, tilting his head.

Grian sighed and scratched the back of his head. "It's just… I don't know how my Father will react…" he muttered, looking down.

There was clear confusion on BigB's face, his expression looked as if he was doing math in school. "Wait… but- isn't your Father gay? Why would he not be supportive?" He questioned as he waved his hands back and forth.

The squeal of laughter that escaped Grian echoed around the cave, which only caused BigB to laugh as well. They sat there laughing for a short while before Grian continued. "W-well yes-! He is gay, and he would be supportive… normally… but with this whole… situation with Scar…" he sighed, looking down and playing with the cuff of his shirt. Grian looked up at BigB, noticing the way he quickly looked away. "I don't know how he will react around… all that…" he grumbled and then put his hands down on the blanket. "If you don't like us having to be a secret I get it…"

BigB's warm hands quickly met Grian's shoulders and heaved him up so that the two met each other's eyes. "I already said that it was okay… I swear I don't mind." He said happily and gently placed a kiss on Grian's head.

Blush spread quickly across Grian's face as his head was kissed, he groaned and covered his face with his hands. "You've gotta stop doing that." He mumbled, keeping his face hidden.

"Do what?"

Grian looked up at BigB and pointed to himself. "Making me blush like this. You just gotta stop doing it." He said again and crossed his arms.

BigB laughed and rolled his eyes, "I'll try my best." He snorted and leaned back on the blanket, staring at Grian with a few different emotions. Admiration, wonder… and one other, that Grian couldn't quite understand…

The rest of the date went well, soon enough Grian's worries of BigB's expression subsided and were forgotten. The two even went swimming in the lake that the waterfall spilled down into. BigB even gave Grian a heart attack by jumping from a high rock into the lake.

By the time BigB walked Grian back home, it was dark and the two had to go stop leaning against one another. BigB was understanding in why Grian had to hide this from people. But he did ask;

"Will you tell Pearl?"

Grian stopped for a moment on their trek up the hill, he frowned and shook his head, continuing to walk up. "No… as much as I trust Pearl, I don't think she'd understand why I have to hide this from my Father…" he whispered, he paused as he saw his reflection in a clear pond. Grian's nicely styled hair that Pearl worked hard on was unfortunately back to its unkept and messy look. Grian snorted and laughed, "well, this isn't gonna go smoothly when I see Pearl." Grian mumbled as he tried to level out his hair. And he was right. Pearl later scolded Grian for getting his hair in a knot, immediately forcing him into the shower while telling him all the things that could be in forest lakes.

Grian didn't care much though, he was too distracted by the fact that BigB and him were together… even though this was what Grian wanted, there was something else tugging on his heart strings… something that caused an unknown doubt for the relationship deep down. Things were changing, like the seasons. However, unlike before where something still felt recognizable and safe… that feeling was now unfamiliar and uncertain…

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Spring was not the favorite of seasons for most kids, mostly because it meant school. A lot of the kids looked forward to Summer break, where they could do whatever they wanted because there was no work to be done. School meant getting up early, going to bed late with little to no personal time because most of the time was spent doing schoolwork.

For Scar, Fall, Spring, Winter were all his favorite times of the year. What did they all have in common? None of them were Summer. Sure, while Summer still brought no schoolwork for Scar, it did not bring free time or personal time. Summer was spent doing every minute with Grian, the Prince of Chromia. Scar would still have to get up early, to greet Grian in the morning, and go to bed late, mostly because it was his way of getting some personal time.

Though, it wasn't quite Summer yet. Scar still had a few more months to himself, still time to spend with his friends from school. While attending school, the 17 year old was able to make some friends that lived in the village. And Scar had recognized some of them from his time in the camp ten years ago. Impulse and Skizz were Scar's age but a little older, and they were really fun to be around. The one who had apparently moved into Tinkerer a few years back was Tango, he was closer to Bdubs age.

It was the weekend, which meant that the five friends would hang out by the lake. Scar had left before Bdubs since his brother had chores to get done, neither of them minded. Out of the five of them, Tango and Bdubs were the ones that were mostly always late, followed by Skizz, while Impulse was usually on time with Scar. However this time, Skizz and Scar had shown up to the meet up place early.

A rock skipped over the lake, the thrower watched as it eventually slowed and sank down into the water. Scar turned and looked in the shoreline for another rock, Skizz sat on the pebbles watching Scar, he then tossed him a pebble to throw. "So what's going on?" Skizz asked, tilting his head at Scar.

Scar caught the rock and looked up at Skizz, he pressed his lips together and squeezed the rock. "I don't know what you mean. Nothings going on." He huffed and tossed the rock across the lake. That was a lie. Scar had been slightly self conscious about himself lately… The scars on his body and face had been getting… annoying to say the least… Scar's lie didn't seem to fool Skizz, since the next pebble that was tossed to Scar hit his head.

Scar turned and glared at Skizz, only for his expression to soften as he saw the slanted smile on Skizz's face. "Nothing? Ya'know this would be the first I'd be called to meet you here for 'nothing'. I am not buying it." He challenged and sifted through the pebbles again. "So. I'll ask again, what's going on, man?"

Scar frowned, staring at Skizz. Skizz and Scar weren't so different… they both were in some sort of accident that resulted in scars, Skizz had some on his face and his arms, just like Scar. Though they were only the same on the outside… His friend had so much humility and spirit, so much confidence… while Scar struggled with self worth and his image. It seemed so easy for Skizz to live with his scars, he didn't seem to feel anything that Scar was feeling.

Scar sighed and glanced at his arm before scratching his neck. "How do you do it, man?" He asked with a hushed voice.

"Do what?"

Scar messed with his hands and turned towards the lake, looking in the water at his reflection, his scarred face. "I mean… I could never tell this to Cleo or Bdubs… and- and I make jokes about it, cause that's how I… how I cope…" he paused and turned back to Skizz. "How do you make it look so easy to live with scars…?" He mumbled, his hands felt sweaty as he asked the question. "How do you seem to ignore the looks and faces people make at you? The animals that get scared when they see you? The constant sympathy people give when sympathy isn't what you need?" He asked, almost pleadingly. "How…? How is it easy for you?" Scar didn't realize he was squeezing his fingers as he stared at Skizz.

There was a calm silence that followed, Scar and Skizz stared at each other while birds chirped faintly in the background. Then finally, Skizz spoke up. "It's not." He answered simply, a small smile on his face. He then pushed himself up and approached Scar at the edge of the lake, looking at his own reflection. "It's not easy for me." He said again, "but that doesn't mean I haven't learned to live with it." He ran his fingers over his face then his arm. "I still get looks. I still have animals being weary around me. I still get that annoying unwanted sympathy. And nothing can change how others see me or treat me." He confessed, a smile then broke across his face and he placed his hand on Scar's shoulder. "What matters is how I treat myself. How I treat others. How you treat yourself." He poked Scar on his chest as he gently shook his shoulder.

Skizz smiled at the Prince and put his arms out so that his scars were visible. "Scars are a reminder, but not the reminder you may first think of." He said sternly and pointed at Scar for a moment before continuing. "No matter what kind of scar it is, it is a reminder of something you went through, something that you survived." Scar watched as Skizz ran his hands up his arms before stopping at his heart with both hands. "You've got a survivor story written on your body, scars aren't something that you should be ashamed of, or hide." He said as he gripped Scar's arm, giving him a kind look. "The story is yours to tell to whoever you want to, it's in your language, only you can read it." Skizz's voice softened as he spoke, though an amused smile appeared on his face. "Even if that story is yours falling from a tree house, it's your story." He joked and patted Scar's arm.

Scar huffed and shoved Skizz, "oh shut up. That fall was not my fault." He argued with a small laugh, keeping his gaze from Skizz. He wasn't teary eyed, not one bit.

Skizz giggled and sighed softly, "now this is all to say this. You're gonna get weird looks, you're gonna have to work with animals to gain their trust, you're gonna have to deal with that pestering sympathy people feel obligated to give you… but that isn't gonna change who you are as a person, nor should it change how you see and treat yourself. Be kind to yourself man, screw all those other people." He smiled and ruffled Scar's hair.

Scar snorted and smiled at Skizz from underneath his frizzled hair. He took a deep breath and wiped his eyes before leaning forward and pulling Skizz into a hug. "Thank you… that means a lot…" he whispered, his body relaxed as he felt Skizz hugging him back.

The sound of a twig snapping caused Scar and Skizz pull away from each other and to turn towards the noise, and from out of the pathway that the five of them made, Impulse, Bdubs and Tango arrived. Impulse was in the lead, when he saw the two standing at the edge of the lake he huffed and crossed his arms. "Were you guys going to get in the lake without us?" He accused as he dropped down his towel and a second towel.

Skizz ignored Impulse's question, only focusing on the second towel. "My towel!! I've been looking for this!!" He exclaimed as he rushed to his towel.

Impulse rolled his eyes and chuckled, "yeah, you left it at my place the last time you were there." He told Skizz as he pulled off his shirt, leaving only his swim trunks on.

Bdubs blinked rapidly as he looked at Impulse and Skizz, his green fluffy towel draped over his head and shoulders. "You don't have a pool though, Impulse?" He mumbled, staring at the two.

Tango gasped softly and laughed, looking at Impulse and Skizz. "Oooohh!" He put a hand over his mouth and squinted his eyes.

Impulse paused and looked at Skizz quickly, giving Tango a small glare before answering Bdubs. "We were washing my dog." He replied, ignoring how Skizz was giggling.

Scar snorted and rolled his eyes, he looked down at his shirt, he usually left his shirt on when swimming, mostly because he didn't want to show his scars… but Skizz's words echoed in his mind…

"Scars aren't something that you should be ashamed of, or hide."

Scar smiled and pulled his shirt off himself, he saw the proud look that Skizz gave him as he glanced over at his friends. It was only a moment before Scar saw Impulse blinking rapidly at his chest. It was definitely not a look he got often, but it wasn't a bad look. "Imp, hey. My eyes are up here." He joked and pointed up at his eyes.

Impulse snapped out of it and nodded vigorously, "right- yes. Eyes are up." He fumbled his words while looking away, he laughed softly as Skizz playfully slapped his arm.

It wasn't long until Summer, Scar had a few more weeks until Grian arrived. Scar was practicing some archery while Etho watched, helping him with his form and set up. Scar wore his regular orange and blue visor, something he was gifted when he got his bow and arrows. He had been introduced to archery when he was 15, and on Christmas he was given the bow and arrows. Etho had gone out with Scar and helped him build a good form and rhythm to how to use a bow.

Scar took a deep breath and lifted his bow up, aiming at the target across from him. Most people called archers with a good aim 'Hawk Eye' because hawks were known to have some of the best eyesight, being able to spot prey from way above and dive bomb them with little fail. However, even though Scar had a good aim, he didn't call himself 'Hawk Eye'… When Scar first heard the saying, he misheard and thought it was something else… now, he called himself; "Hot Guy!!" Scar shouted as he released the arrow, watching as it hit cleanly in the bullseye.

Etho glanced over at the target then back at Scar, smiling proudly. "Well done, I can see your improvement every day we practice." He said then tilted his head to the side. "But you don't have to shout 'Hot Guy' each shot… it's not even pronounced like that. It's 'Hawk Eye'." Etho pointed out as he motioned to Scar with an arrow he was hand making.

Scar chuckled softly and nodded, "oh I'm very aware. But how will my target know who shot them if I don't shout 'Hot Guy'? It's my catchphrase." He said proudly, putting his hand to his chest. Scar's ego was something else, he had a lot of it. He did balance that ego with his humility and humor. Scar grabbed another arrow and loaded his bow up, lifting it and aiming for a further away target. Squinting his eyes, and narrowing in on the middle of the target, Scar released the arrow, the feather grazing his cheek as it flew off. "Hot Guy!" He shouted once more.

Scar heard a small chuckle from where Etho sat, which made him smile. "It's only a bit before Grian comes around." Etho started, and the smile on Scar's face became strained, and he raised his bow up with another arrow loaded. He didn't respond, instead he let Etho continue. "I've been talking with Pearl, I've told you about Pearl yes?" He asked, watching as Scar deadpanned shooting a target, this time not shouting out his usual catchphrase.

Scar nodded, "that's Grian's personal maid right?" He asked, not looking at Etho as he walked out to the targets to gather his arrows.

Etho nodded, "yes, but no. She's not just his personal maid. She's like a sister to Grian, they tell each other everything… well… almost everything…" he mumbled, tapping his chin.

Scar yanked an arrow from the target and looked curiously at Etho, "why do you say 'almost'?" He questioned, his eyebrow raised. What would Etho and Pearl even talk about? Were they like their parents and hoped for Grian and Scar to suddenly fall in love?

Etho hummed and shook his head, "no no no, you wouldn't be interested. Just something Pearl said about a… friend Grian has." He waved his hand in a dismissive way.

Friend? There was no way someone with a working brain could manage to be friends with Grian. Firstly, how could someone handle how Grian was? And how could Grian be interested in making friends? He clearly didn't have any interest in being friends with Scar or Bdubs… not that Scar cared. "A friend you say? How has that happened? What did Pearl say?" He asked, walking over to the other targets.

Etho didn't answer for a moment before he let out a sigh, "fine fine. But you can't tell anyone." He said as he pointed at Scar.

Scar turned to look at Etho, confusion spread across his face, but he tried to act like he was disinterested. "Yeah yeah. Okay I won't tell anyone." He promised and walked back over with his gathered arrows. Scar then began to load his bow up once more with an arrow.

Etho hummed and leaned back against his arms. "Well, Grian has been hanging out with this friend a whole lot… and while Grian has never confided in Pearl, she suspects that Grian and this guy are boyfriends." Etho spoke so casually, as if talking about the weather.

Scar was so caught off guard by Etho's words, his shot was off and the arrow went flying over the intended target, embedded itself into a tree behind it. "A boyfriend?!" He shouted, something boiled up in Scar's chest, something he couldn't quite pinpoint. He stared at Etho, though as he saw Etho's confusion expression, he cleared his throat and looked away. "I mean… a boyfriend? That's… that's hard to believe. Come'on, you're joking right? It's already hard to imagine Grian having a friend, but a boyfriend is just downright impossible." He huffed, trying to sound uninterested, it wasn't working as well as he wished.

Etho shrugged, "I don't know for sure, but whether he's a boyfriend or not, Grian does have a close friend. That may or may not be his boyfriend." He replied to Scar, going back to sharpening his arrow.

Scar scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah right, and fishes walk on land." He mumbled, aiming his arrow again. He wasn't sure if he imagined Grian or this unknown friend of Grian at the center of his target. Scar let go of the arrow and watched as the arrow shot deep into the target. Grian having a friend was one thing, but having a boyfriend? Scar couldn't believe it unless he heard it straight from Grian's mouth. Then again, the Prince could easily lie to him… but if Grian had a boyfriend, why were these meets continuing?

Scar turned to Etho, "why haven't you told Mom about this? If Grian has a boyfriend, he- we shouldn't have to continue this stupid meet. She has to know about this!" He growled, stomping his foot.

Etho frowned, standing up. "Firstly, you promised you wouldn't tell anyone. Secondly, it's not ours to tell. If Grian wanted to stop the meets because he has a boyfriend, then that would be discussed between him and Scott… but that hasn't been discussed… Grian hasn't confirmed that he has a boyfriend. In fact he's denied it." Etho said as he walked over to Scar, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. "It's none of our business."

Scar frowned, crossing his arms the best he could while still holding his bow. "It is my business if I'm put through these meets when they could easily end." He grumbled, looking away.

Etho smiled, patting Scar's shoulder and walking past him. "If you get to know Grian, maybe you'd find why he has a friend, and a potential boyfriend." He told Scar. "Practice is over, gather your things up, it's time we help your Mom out with cleaning." Etho called as he walked towards the castle.

Scar frowned, glaring at Etho for a while before walking to get his arrows. He approached the arrow that went deep into the target, it didn't come out easily. Scar grabbed onto it with both his hands and gave a tug, only for it to suddenly come loose. Scar yelped as he slipped and fell back, hitting the ground. He groaned and blinked open his eyes, staring up at the clouds in the sky. He must have hit his head hard cause he was sure he saw a Grian shaped cloud… with an unknown figure cloud… rather close… if it wasn't for gravity, Scar would have shot up at the sky to make the cloud disappear. Scar laid there in the grass for a little while longer, the ground had become comforting the longer he laid. The sound of the birds chirping was nice.

Scar stood up and grabbed the rest of his arrows before walking slowly back to the palace. He didn't even see Etho, he must have went inside already. While on his walk towards the castle, Scar thought about the possibility that Etho planted in his mind. Grian… having a boyfriend… no, it just wasn't possible. Scar denied that possibility, he just found it too improbable.

Scar pulled the sheets from out of the hamper, the clean sheets that were washed so recently that they were still a bit warm. "So here's the deal, Bdubs." He started as he dragged the sheets over to the bed that honorarily belonged to Grian. "I need to tell you something, that you can't tell anyone. And I mean anyone." He said as he looked his brother in the eyes intensely.

Scar was told by Etho to not tell anyone about their conversation… but Bdubs wasn't just anyone, he was Scar's better half, his own brother! Surely his brother wouldn't count. He'd never tell Etho that he told Bdubs, and he knew his brother would keep it a secret from the adults.

Bdubs leaned forward over the bed to grab the other side of the bed sheet to pull it over, though he was mostly trying to hear Scar better. "Okay! I won't tell a soul!" He exclaimed quietly before making a zipping sound as he brought his two fingers across his mouth.

Scar took a slight glance at the door before he leaned forward to Bdubs. "Etho told me that Grian might have a boyfriend…" he whispered, he saw Bdubs gasp and open his mouth wide.

"HE WH-"

Scar lunged over the bed and grabbed Bdubs' mouth, silencing him before he could shout further. "Shhh!! This is between you and I!!" He huffed firmly, glaring at Bdubs, he only released him when he saw his brother nod in understanding. "Etho doesn't know for sure, he only got the information from Pearl who is only guessing…" he informed Bdubs while he fixed the messed up bed sheets.

Bdubs hummed, tapping his chin. "So… if he has a boyfriend… what's it to you…?" He asked, looking at Scar with a skeptical look.

Scar shifted his gaze to Bdubs quickly, his ears red with embarrassment. "Nothing!" He snapped. "I just would rather this be said so that we don't have to do these dumb meetings!" He growled, rolling his eyes. He helped Bdubs secure the bed sheets to the corners of the mattress before he went over to the hamper and grabbed the blankets. "If Grian says he has a boyfriend, there's no way Mom and King Scott would continue these meetings…" he explained and tucked the blankets in on one side of the bed.

"Ooohhhh…" Bdubs hummed, nodding along. "Hm… then why isn't Grian saying anything?" He wondered, tucking in the other side of the blankets. He bent down and grabbed the pillows on the ground and set them up nicely At the head of the bed.

Scar scoffed, shaking his head, "I don't know! Maybe Grian just likes torturing us and doesn't care if these meetings go on or not…" he grumbled and leaned against the wall beside the bed. "It's been ten years of these meetings… and this year Mom and King Scott are putting on a parade…" he mumbled, "maybe if I could talk to Grian alone…"

"Alone?" Bdubs questioned, raising his eye at Scar, "why alone? Why not just tell Mom and get her to call off the meeting?" He asked as he walked over to the hamper, it still had Scott's bed sheets and blankets inside of it.

Scar pushed off from the wall and followed Bdubs out of the room and into Scott's room. "Mom wouldn't believe me. Plus, then they'd talk to Scott about it, and if Grian didn't tell Pearl, there's no way he's told Scott… I need to talk to Grian directly…" he sighed and helped Bdubs with the bed sheet. "It can't be too hard… I mean there are many moments I have alone with Grian." Scar thought, looking up as if searching through his memories.

Bdubs stared at Scar, half looking skeptical and half looking as if he was assuming something… but he didn't get to speak since Scar went on.

"There's the walk to and from his room… I mean I sometimes bother him while he's reading, I definitely could do that again." Scar said then looked at Bdubs. "Plus, as a punishment from two years ago, last year Mom and Etho told me I had to involve myself with Grian in whatever he was doing. Since apparently that's what he did two years ago." He grumbled, "Grian would just think that I'm doing that again." He said with a small shrug.

Scar and Bdubs finished up making the bed and began walking down the hall. Bdubs silence was almost deafening, Scar couldn't just sit in silence. "Any ideas on how I can bring it up?" He asked his brother.

"Bring what up?"

"Grian's boyfriend! Ya'know the thing we were just talking about?" Scar whispered his words, even though no one was around.

Bdubs nodded vigorously, "right right right right…. um yes." He started, he turned a corner and kept walking towards his and Scar's room. "Just… say something and then see how he reacts." He offered and smirked at Scar.

Scar huffed and rolled his eyes, "that is a terrible idea." He mumbled, continuing to walk with his brother.

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The early morning crisp air filled Grian's lungs, the soft grass below him was comfortable to sit on while the sun slowly rose above the mountains. Near to the ground the misty due settled around him, it was still early. The shine from the sun was trying to light the land.

Weight shifted beside Grian, he turned and looked at BigB who began leaning against him, his head resting on his shoulder. Grian smiled at him and closed his eyes as he leaned his head against BigB. It was calm, the only sound were the chirps of the crickets who still sang despite the night being over.

It wasn't fall anymore, it wasn't spring anymore either. It was just the beginning of summer. Most kids Grian's age, 16, were planning hangouts with all their friends. Or going on trips to other places. Grian was not one of these kids. Summer meant only one thing for him. A already planned trip with someone far from being his friend.

Grian still never told Scott about his relationship with BigB, too worried about how he'd react… it had been around a year now that they have been together, he was surprised that he was able to keep this all under the rug.

This year's visit would be a bit different, Scott and Cleo have been planning on a parade, like the ones that Grian and Scott do in Chromia. Since the two Princes were getting older, they wouldn't be expected to play games and such. They were meant to make an appearance. So in light of it being a full decade of these meets, the parade felt the most right to Cleo and Scott.

A sudden loud horn broke the silence that enveloped around Grian and BigB, it was the sound of the ship getting ready to leave. Grian shut his eyes tighter and tried to pretend like he didn't hear it.

"G… you need to leave…" BigB's soft voice sounded beside him, he sounded so sad, and not convinced of his own words.

Grian opened his eyes and glanced at BigB, "I don't want to… it can leave without me." He huffed, holding onto BigB, he was surprised when BigB pulled away and sat up straight.

The look in BigB's eyes were knowing, knowing of something, but he clearly didn't speak on this specific thought. "Come'on, I'll walk you there myself." He muttered as he stood up, holding his hand out to Grian.

Grian took BigB's hand but he shook his head as he stood, "no, you can't. They can't know that I was late because I was out here with you…" he whispered and gently cupped BigB's cheek. "And that's no-"

"Nothing against me. I know. I know." BigB finished Grian's sentence, one that the Prince said often so that BigB never thought less of himself. "If you want to keep us a secret you have to go, so that no one suspects anything." BigB sighed and smiled softly at Grian.

Everything seemed to stop for a moment, the river stilled and bubbled quietly. Grian looked down and nodded slowly in agreement to BigB's words. "You're right… I'll see you when I get back okay…?" He whispered, taking a small step back.

BigB smiled and crossed his arms. "I'll wait for as long as I need to. For you, anything." The small smirk on BigB's face was something Grian had seen before when he last went off to the Tinkerer Kingdom. Grian rushed forward and embraced BigB one last time before turning and running off towards the docs.

The morning air had slowly faded away, the sun was shining more brightly now, and the shadows from it casted onto Grian as he ran. When the sun hit Grian's hair, it shimmered and looked golden. Poppies were on the forest ground, it almost looked like they were leading Grian to the ships.

Once the docs came into view, Grian could see Scott pacing and tapping his hands against his face and legs. When the King caught sight of Grian his eyes widened and he stomped his foot. "Grian! Where have you been?! We've been ready to leave for almost an hour now!" He huffed and grabbed onto Grian's arms and pulled him close for a hug before looking at him intently. "What on earth were you doing?!" He panted, looking Grian up and down, most likely looking for any indication that he was injured.

Grian took a moment to catch his breath before panting out, "lost track of time… I was- was watching the river." His chest heaved as he wiped his brow.

Scott sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Right… right… alright, just… let's just leave now, we've lost a lot of time." His father muttered and turned to walk up the ramp onto the ship.

Grian swallowed weakly and looked back into the forest, the temptation to run came back again… he frowned and looked back to the ship, he stiffened a bit as he saw a tall lanky man on the dock, helping untie the rope from the pole… though he wasn't focused only on the rope, he had his eyes on Grian. The man had blond hair, and while he wore the uniform of the men that worked on the ship, he didn't look familiar. The man had a stare that convinced Grian to board the ship, it was like he knew something that others didn't.

Another man stood beside the blond, he had bushy brown hair, and even though Grian was a bit away, he was sure he could see leaves stuck in the scruffy brown hair… he was shorter than the blond, and when he saw that his coworker staring at Grian he shoved him and bickered for him to continue to work.

When Grian caught up to his father he tapped him on the shoulder, "I didn't know we hired new people for the ship." He muttered as he scratched the back of his head.

Scott turned to Grian with a puzzled look. "What do you mean? We didn't?" He replied, he looked to the left as he thought. "The last time applications were accepted was two years ago." He reminded Grian. "Why do you think we hired new people?"

Grian stared at his father, "well- there's unfamiliar people down there manning the ropes-.." he started while looking back at the docks, but he paused as he didn't see anyone at the ropes, but they were untied. "There were new people! I swear!" He huffed, leaning over the edge of the ship to get a better view of the ground.

Scott blinked at Grian, he placed a hand on his son's shoulder and smiled softly. "Maybe it was just people you have forgotten worked here." He offered, leading Grian away and down below deck.

There was no way that Grian forgot who worked at the ship, he knew each person. It was how Grian passed time and to distract him from his seasickness. He'd go around the ship and find each worker and get to know them. Grian frowned and crossed his arms, all his senses were warning him that something was indeed off. Maybe during this sail, Grian could try finding these mysterious employees and have a chat with them…

It didn't take long for Grian to start feeling sick, it took maybe about thirty minutes… Grian stood up from his seat and placed his hand on his Father's shoulder as he passed him. "I'm gonna go walk around, try to get this nausea away." He muttered to him before leaving the sanctuary, the sun that shown in the sky was at first too bright for Grian, it took him a moment to adjust to the new light.

Once his surroundings calmed down from the harsh sun, Grian went around the ship, looking for the two unfamiliar men he spotted when leaving Chromia. He didn't see them get on the ship, but surely if they worked to man the ship here, they'd be on the ship…

Grian approached each worker, starting off with a regular conversation before asking about any new hires. Each shipman didn't know anything of new hires, some stating what Scott had mentioned about how they hadn't had applications open for a while. Grian then asked more specifically if any of them had seen a blond and shaggy brown haired men around. While most to all said that they hadn't seen anything, one did have more information on suspicious behavior…

"Ya'know, I had to chase a blasted raccoon on the ship, I don't know where it went though." The shipman shrugged and scratched the back of his neck, "that's the only 'scruffy' thing I've seen 'round here." He responded, "we will all have to clean this ship out when we land though, we can't have raccoons living on the ship." He told Grian before tilting his head at the Prince. "Why you so interested in this anyway? Did you spot some stowaways?" He asked with a small chuckle, he was joking, maybe half joking, but it didn't relax Grian.

Grian shifted his eyes up to the crows nest above the deck, he hummed. "Who mans up there?" He motioned up towards the nest, avoiding the question that he was asked. The men were definitely not stowaways if they wore the uniforms of the shipman…

The worker looked up and hummed, waving it off. "No one manages that during this sail. Not unless we need to. We all know where we need to go. When you sail to the same place once a summer, the route kind of gets embedded in your mind." He huffed and glanced around. "I've gotta get back to workin, I'll see you around Prince Grian." He waved to Grian before heading over to his space.

Grian watched the man walk away before turning back to the Crows Nest. He wished he could see what's inside of it, though climbing up that high would surely be unsafe… unfortunately he would have to wait until they landed and unloaded to search for these strange men.

Grian waited just off the ramp, tapping his foot. Most of the workers on the ship were off, though there were still a few on the ship. Grian was not the most patient of people, especially when he was expecting a quick outcome. He glanced down the wooden dock and watched as Scott and Cleo greeted each other, he noticed that Scar and Bdubs were standing on either side of Cleo, but as the two Princes saw Grian still standing at the docks, they made a motion to each other before making their way over to Grian.

That was the last thing Grian wanted. Having to wait was torturous enough, having to wait while Scar and Bdubs were bothering him? Grian would rather have his nose hairs plucked and be sent to Alaska. As the two approached, Grian saw the scars on the eldest Prince's face. A constant reminder of what Grian did. The Chromia Prince cringed briefly at the memory, he looked back at Scar and scanned his face. Even with these new markings, Scar still had that annoying smile on his face, which still shone in the sun perfectly, almost out shining the huge star. The scarring on The Prince's jaw didn't take away from the sharpness and the way his hair framed his face.

"Hey there Gri! What are you doing?" Scar greeted him with a big smile, though his tone was mocking. The Prince walked up and glanced around Grian, trying to see what he was up to without the answer.

Grian sighed and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes while he looked away from the two Princes. "Waiting." He replied monotonously.

There was a silence between the three of them, feeling like an eternity of awkwardness. Luckily, Bdubs spoke up. "Waiting for… what exactly?" He asked, noticing how Grian was tapping his foot impatiently.

Before the Chromia Prince could answer, the last crew members left the ship, one of them Grian recognized as the man he spoke to last about the 'stowaways' and the raccoon on the ship. Grian rushed forward to him, "wait! Wait! Is that everyone? Is everyone off the ship?" He asked, glancing at the crates that were being carried off the ship.

The crew member smiled and nodded, "yep, that's everyone is off. Just taking these crates off." He lifted the barrels and huffed.

There was a brief pause as Grian looked back at the ship, expecting to see more men… but there was none. He then remembered something. "Did you get the raccoon off already? I didn't see you coming out with it." He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion and concern.

Scar blinked in shock, looking between the crew member and Grian. "Raccoon?" He muttered, "what is a raccoon doing on a ship? How did it even get there?" He rambled, staring at Grian. The Chromia Prince ignored Scar however and focused on the employee's response.

The man hummed and tapped his foot, "yeah no… we didn't find the rascal. I searched everywhere but I didn't find any sign of it." He shrugged then began walking away. "Must've fallen off and got lost at sea." He added as he left the Princes to themselves.

Bdubs was the one to break the long silence. "I hope that the raccoon got away safely." He muttered and then looked at Grian and Scar. "Come'on, we've gotta catch up with Mom and Scott." He grabbed onto Scar's hand and tugged him along.

Grian frowned. His last attempt to include himself with these two ended horribly, and ever since then Scar had made it his mission to make sure Grian wasn't left alone. Not for Grian's benefit, no. It was to annoy him further, that was clear as day. Last summer, Grian barely had any time to himself, Scar always hovered around him and asked stupid questions all with that stupid smirk on his face.

Even though his Mother didn't require Scar to walk Grian to his sleeping corridors at night, Scar insisted it so that he could get under Grian's skin even though the day was over. It was annoying. It was torture.

Grian rolled his eyes as Bdubs pulled Scar, but right before he could get out of reach, Scar grabbed onto Grian's arm and tugged him along with. Grian let out a yelp of surprise as he was suddenly running with the two. "Let go!" He called, his eyes wide.

Scar laughed, squinting his eyes at Grian. "Catch up!" He replied, not loosening his grip on Grian's arm.

Once the Princes were caught up with Scott and Cleo, they noticed that Etho had joined the walk through the garden towards the castle. When he saw the Princes approaching he slowed his pace so that he was walking with them. "Good Evening Prince Grian, it's good to see you again." He said formally and dipped his head.

Grian huffed and snapped his arm back from Scar, glaring at him for a moment before looking at Etho. "Hello, Etho… it's good to see you as well." He reciprocated the gesture from Etho with his own respectful dip.

Scar gasped softly, "you never say hello to me in that way!" He grumbled, he then stopped and tapped his chin. "Then again, you never really say hello to me at all…" he hummed, thinking hard about the past meets. "I mean, the last time you gave me any kind of formality, was our first summer meet. You remember that Grian? We were such babies!" Scar began to ramble again, laughing to himself at the image of the Princes as children.

Grian's eye twitched, he couldn't just ignore Scar now, he noticed Etho staring at him. "Heh… yep. I… I remember…" he said through gritted teeth.

Etho laughed softly and sighed, "ya'know, I was able to help with some of the activities that you three will be doing this summer. Would you like to know a few?" He asked, tilting his head at the teens.

Bdubs gasped and nodded vigorously, "yes! Tell me- us!" He shouted, pumping his fists impatiently in front of himself.

Grian frowned, "I thought we were having a parade this summer?" He asked with a slight mumble, he was somewhat looking forward to the parade, it would make him feel more at home.

Etho nodded to Grian. "We are, we still are. Not to worry. But besides the parade, I've made some plans." He said as he pulled a piece of paper out of his side pocket. "So I've planned a few horse riding hikes." He started, and before he could continue, Bdubs shouted with joy.

"YEEAAASSS!!! HORSES!" Bdubs exclaimed and bounced from foot to foot.

Etho huffed a small laugh, he waited until Bdubs was calmer to continue. "And then a few days, I've had planned a fun in town game. Like a scavenger hunt. You'll all be on one team, and I'll give you things that I need you to find in the village and bring back to me. The people are in on this project, so when you ask for this item, they will give it to you." He read off from the paper, occasionally looking at the three. "And you'll have by the end of the day to bring me all the things. This game will help each of you to get to know the village a little more. Scar, Bdubs, I know you both have experience in the village since you go to school there, so be sure to stay at Grian's pace." He added, pointing at Scar and Bdubs.

Grian always assumed Etho was the only one aside from him, Scar and Bdubs to know the real reason on how the tree house tumbled… The parents only knew the semi truth, they knew the basics, that Scar and Bdubs took the ladder away and that Grian had caused the support beam to fall. However, neither parent knew about the sign that was created by Scar and Bdubs, nor did they know that Scar and Bdubs were intentionally running from Grian. They also didn't know that Grian intentionally kicked over that support beam… he could never prove it, but there was something in Etho's eye that relayed that he knew more that he was letting on.

Scar huffed, puffing out his chest and crossing his arms. "Oh please, we aren't animals." He rolled his eyes. "If Grian can't keep up, that's his fault." He chuckled but then stopped short as he saw Etho giving him an intense stare. "I mean.. not his fault. It would be ours. Of course. We will make sure not to leave him behind." He said and nodded vigorously.

Was that it? Was it Etho who had instructed Scar to not leave Grian alone? Was Etho really the one behind why Scar had suddenly taken an interest in where Grian was at all times? It would make sense, Scar never had cared where Grian had been before the accident. Though.. the last meeting was less intense… it was true that Scar insisted on walking Grian to his room at night and he hovered… but this year had a different feeling… there was something else that motivated Scar to include Grian… even though it had been only a few hours since they arrived, Grian could sense the difference.

Etho hummed and nodded, "good. Moving on. There are a few plays that are happening in the village square, that you three are going to throughout the summer." Etho read off and then folded the paper, placing it back in his pocket. "I think it will be enjoyable for all of you." He said as he held the door open for the Princes to enter the castle.

Grian sighed softly, smiling weakly. "I'm sure…!" He groaned before walking in, his smile dropped and he messed with his hands. He missed home already. He missed BigB… it wasn't fair that everyone his age was able to spend summer with their special someone… while Grian had to spend it with someone who was anything but special to him… Grian turned his gaze to Scar, a glare in his eyes, though he was shocked to see Scar already looking at him. The Tinkerer Prince swiftly looked away and stared down at the ground, kicking it nonchalantly. That was weird. There was definitely something else going on for Scar… but what?

Grian ran his hand over the redish brown horse's face, he smiled softly at it. "You're a good boy aren't you…?" He whispered, he looked over the horse again. The horse he was given to ride for today's ride was mostly a redish brown horse with dark brown spots all along his back, his mane was a light brown that flowed down down his neck. Today was just Scar, Bdubs, and Grian riding together, Cleo and Scott had decided to take a day for themselves. Today was the fourth week of the first month, and just a few days ago Scar, Bdubs and Grian went on their first scavenger hunt.

Grian glanced over at Scar as he put the saddle on his beige horse with white splotches. Beside Scar was Bdubs' horse, a dark brown with white splotches, it was told that those two horses were brothers, just like Scar and Bdubs.

Grian glanced at his horse, then at the saddle beside it. The teens were told by their instructor to ready the horses while she got her horse ready. He could put all the gear on easy, he'd done it before. Confidently, Grian strutted over to the saddle and lifted it up, it was a bit heavier than he expected… but he managed to set it on top of his horse's back. "There we go…" he huffed then started buckling everything securely, once that was done he grabbed the bit and gently put it into the mouth of his horse. He kept a hold of the reigns to keep the horse by his side.

"I didn't think you knew how to do that, I thought for sure you'd ask me for help." Scar chuckled from where he stood with his horse.

Grian rolled his eyes and glared at Scar. "I'd never ask for your help." He huffed and looked Scar up and down, "I mean, what can you even do? You'd probably make the issue worse." He said as he motioned to Scar with his free hand.

Scar laughed, "well for one, I could reach the top shelf…" he smirked as he lowered his hand over Grian's form.

Grian huffed, but before he could reply, the instructor walked back in with her gray horse. "Alright! Is everyone ready? I've set up a path we are gonna go on." She said as he looked at the teens. She had green braided hair, most of it was in a bun but there were a few strands that fell down beside her face.

Grian began leading his horse out to the instructor that stood just outside the barn. "I'm ready, Instructor." He said softly with a kind smile.

The instructor laughed and shook her head, "you can call me Sarah." She told Grian, easily hopping up onto her horse.

Scar and Bdubs walked past Grian with their horses, nodding to Sarah. When they saw Sarah get on top of her horse, they did the same.

Grian pressed his lips together for a moment before slipping his food inside the stirrup and housed himself up onto the horse. This horse was a bit taller than his horse's back at home, so he struggled slightly to get onto it. He could hear Scar and Bdubs laughing quietly, luckily Sarah heard it too…

"No laughing. You've got it, Grian." Sarah encouraged, she then clapped as she saw Grian get fully situated. "Great!! Alright, I'll stay in the back so I don't lose any'v'ya." She said then pointed down a path through some trees. "Just head that way and I'll tell you where to go if we come up on a split road."

Grian nodded and began walking his horse down towards the path, the path was wide enough for two horses to comfortably walk side by side. Unfortunately for Grian, Scar was the one to walk beside him. He did his best to ignore him, but Scar began a conversation.

Scar whistled softly and then glanced over at Grian. "So I heard that you are going to the school in your village? You started there at fourteen right?" He asked and rolled his shoulders.

Grian took a deep breath and sighed. "Yep, started there at fourteen. Your Mum gave my Dad the idea to send me there." He replied, not looking at Scar. He ducked down as a branch was low enough for his head.

Scar hummed and nodded slowly, "I'm sure it's better there than being privately schooled. I mean you get to make friends right?" He asked as he leaned slightly over to Grian.

Grian looked at Scar finally and frowned. "Well I have a bit more… expectations there in public school… I've got to be the at the top of the school…" his words were a bit grumbled. There were at times that he felt a lot of pressure from the school… luckily BigB helped with some of that…

Scar blinked and went back over to his side of the path. "Really? I don't have any high expectations at my school… even if I did, I'd just go with my motto." He said with a smirk.

Grian raised his eyebrow at Scar, skeptical of his so called 'motto'. "Really? And what is this 'motto' you have…?" He asked with a slight roll of his eyes.

"Screw it!"

The words that Scar used caught Grian off guard, his eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed. "Sorry?" He huffed, tilting his head at the Tinkerer Prince.

"Screw it!" Scar exclaimed again then looked at Grian. "Listen, you've got a lot of stress? Lots of things on your mind? Just say screw it! So what if you aren't at the top of your school? You're already a Prince! No one can tell you what to do!" He chuckled and pointed at Grian before waving his hand around. "Screw off! Screw this!" He paused and gave Grian a little smug look. "Screw you!"

Grian flinched and frowned, "hey!" He huffed, crossing his arms.

Scar chuckled, "that's what I do! And look, I've been turning out just fine!" He exclaimed and motioned to himself.

It was a little hard to hide the amused smile on Grian's face, but the Prince did his best to shield it. "Uh huh… sure…" he rolled his eyes and sighed.

Scar glanced at Grian and hummed. "So, have you made any friends there? I've made friends at my school! They are pretty cool. As a Prince, everyone wants to be friends with me." He gloated and puffed his chest out.

The thought of BigB crossed Grian's mind, his smile… his ability to lie easily and act so casual afterwards… his laugh… Grian didn't realize he was blushing before it was too late, he flinched and looked away. "None of the people there want to be friends with me. They want to be friends with a Prince. Like you said." He grumbled then paused as he realized what he had just said. Why the hell was he opening up to Scar? How had Scar been able to open him up like that? Why did Scar open him up?

Scar hummed, he stared at Grian, it looked as if he had caught the blush on Grian's face before he could cover it away. "ah, I see… well that's were the 'screw you' would come in handy." He pointed out and repositioned himself on the horse. Scar seemed to pause for a moment as well, probably thinking the same thing Grian had been. His demeanor changed as he stretched his arms forward. "But… ya'know I can see why people would rather be friends with a Prince than with you." He grinned and looked at Grian.

And there it was, the snarky retort from Scar. Grian's blush was long gone now, he looked back at Scar and glared at him. "Screw you." He hissed.

"There you go! Hah!" Scar laughed and shook his head. "Ya'know, I am quite popular at my school. Even though I'm not at the top, and I think that.." Scar began to ramble on, talking about how he went about forming friendships and how he rarely did any studying.

The way Scar seemed to just… discard things that were important was strange… the 'screw it' mentality couldn't work as well as Scar said it did… right…? Scar's rambling was getting annoying though… Grian had began trying to tune it out, but for some reason his ears wouldn't stop listening to every word Scar said… if Grian couldn't mentally tune it out, he'd physically tune it out. Grian sped up his pace and went ahead of Scar. That seemed to snap Scar out of his rambling, unfortunately, he trotted back up to Grian, going a bit more ahead of him. "Where ya goin?" He huffed, tilting his head at Grian.

Instead of replying, Grian went ahead again, trying to escape Scar's voice.

"Ohh… I see how it is…" Scar started while coming up beside Grian. "You want to have a race…?" He smirked at Grian then lowered himself onto his horse. "You're on…" he mumbled before taking off.

Grian gasped softly, he definitely wasn't trying to challenge Scar to a race, but he wouldn't turn down an easy win. Grian kicked his horse in the right area to indicate that he wanted to run. And that his horse did, taking off after Scar. The quickness of it and the galloping sound of the hooves caused Grian to miss the shout from Sarah to slow down.

Grian soon came up beside Scar, the wind bowing in his hair which went in his face as he turned his head to look at Scar as he quickly began to pass him. He could hear the gasp from Scar, and a loud, "come back here, mister!" From him. Grian laughed and glanced back at Scar, sticking his tongue out at him before focusing back on the path. There was a fork coming up in the road, and Grian decided in an instant to take the right path. He took a small glance behind him to see if Scar was following along. The Tinkerer Prince was not far behind…

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The wind blew fiercely in Scar's face, making his small pony tail whip around behind him. He was gaining on Grian in front of him, he was quite skilled at riding a horse, so he was convinced that he could beat Grian in this race. He bucked his horse and soon ran beside Grian, "gotta go faster than that!" He laughed as he pulled ahead of Grian. Scar and Grian weren't on a path anymore, and the trees around them had thinned out. It was more like a field now.

The two were almost neck and neck, a bit ahead of them was a smallish stream, an easy jump, Scar's made jumps like these before. Scar prepared to jump it, but his horse… did not prepare… he slowed down and reared up on his hind legs, whining with protest. Scar yelped and held on tightly, keeping himself securely on the horse.

The sudden stop caused Grian's horse to also rear up in a startle. Scar's heart raced for a moment as he feared that Grian might fall off, but luckily, the Prince stayed on the saddle, a little discombobulated but on it.

Scar panted heavily and slowly sat up on his horse, he turned to Grian to say something when suddenly a horse sped past them and leaped easily over the stream, stopping on the other side.

"Halt!! You shall not pass!!"

Bdubs voice came from the other side of the stream, his hand outstretched at Scar and Grian.

Scar blinked rapidly at Bdubs, "we're already stopped..?" He mumbled then glanced behind him at Grian.

Bdubs shook his head, "no matter! You shall not go farther!" He announced, "you two ran off when you weren't supposed to!!" He complained and crossed his arms, he glared at Scar and Grian.

Scar rolled his eyes before taking a moment to back away from the stream so that Bdubs could cross back over. "It was only a bit of fun!" He threw his hands up in the air and huffed in annoyance.

Bdubs crossed over and hummed, "well your 'bit of fun' costed us the rest of the ride! Come on, we've gotta go back now." He grumbled as he pointed back at the path.

Scar sighed, though the smirk on his face was a clear sign that he wasn't going to be fully compliant. "oh really?" He chuckled softly and grabbed the reins of his horse. He smiled more as he saw Bdubs frown at his action. "Would you really be able to catch us if we ran…?" He asked, mostly as a challenge.

Bdubs quickly got in front of Scar's horse with his own and glared at his brother, "don't even think about it!! I was sent to bring you back!" He pointed at Scar and Grian who was holding on tight to his own reins.

Scar laughed and rolled his eyes, "you are no fun…" he huffed and began walking around Bdubs. "How bout this… we race back to the barn?" He offered and looked at Bdubs.

Bdubs gave it a thought, "the path is too narrow for all three of us to be running full speed…" he mumbled, Scar was surprised he was actually considering it.

Grian perked up from where he stood a bit a ways, "but the trees aren't that thick around the path. We could go through the trees." He shrugged, looking kind of annoyed but also looking as if he was excited for this plan.

Bdubs huffed and rolled his eyes, turning his horse around to face the same way as the other two. "Fine! Fine! Let's race back to the barn!" He said then threw his hands up. "But we need rules! No trying to cut the other off, and no intentional bumping into them! The tree line to the barn is where the finish line is!" He said then grabbed his reins, "are we ready?"

"Go!" Scar exclaimed and bucked his horse, taking off in the direction of the barn, laughing as he heard shouts of protests from Grian and Bdubs. Scar had a head start, that would surely give him the win he wanted. He weaved through the trees, enjoying the wind in his hair again.

A shadow at his side caught Scar's eye, he turned and blinked rapidly as he saw Grian laying flat against his horse for the least air resistance possible. The way Grian was positioned was somewhat shocking for Scar, he didn't know Grian knew how to ride like that, he looked like a professional horse racer…

Scar snapped out of the daze and copied Grian's pose, he stared forward with squinted eyes as he bucked his horse faster. Scar glanced back to see if he could spot Bdubs, but his brother was no where in sight, he must have had a slow start. No matter, that meant Scar had only Grian up against him. The opening to the barn was coming into view, Scar just had to keep this pace… He flinched as Grian suddenly shot forward, he yelped and pushed forward. The two were neck and neck now, it would be close…

The two Princes both crossed the tree line at the same time, each of them reaching forward to get there first. They slowed quickly and looked at each other. "I won!!" Scar exclaimed, panting heavily.

Grian gasped and glared at Scar. "Absolutely not!! I definitely crossed the finish line before you!!" He growled, pointing at Scar accusingly.

Scar laughed, "oh please! You just can't stand losing!" He taunted and rolled his eyes.

"In my opinion I think I won."

Scar and Grian spun around to only see Bdubs standing at the barn, off his horse and leaning against the wall, he held onto the reins of his horse as he pet the horse's head.

Scar's jaw dropped open as he stared at Bdubs, "what?! How- how did you- I never even saw you pass me!!" He exclaimed and hopped off his horse, leading it towards the barn.

Bdubs laughed, padding off his clothes, "I didn't need to show you that I passed you." He said as he looked triumphantly at his older brother.

Scar pulled Bdubs into a nuggy, keeping him close. "Oh you little stinker!!" He joked and rubbed his head while his brother squealed in protest.

Sarah peeked her head out from the barn and smiled at the brothers before addressing the three Princes. "Alright! Hop off and then we can start with after care for the horses." She told them all, she then went back inside the barn.

Scar blinked, he knew after care was needed for horses, that wasn't what made him confused. He was sure all of them were already off their horses, so why would Sarah tell them to 'hop off'? Scar then turned and snorted softly as he saw Grian still on his horse, looking as if he was struggling to get off.

The voice of Sarah rang out again, "Scar please help Grian off his horse, thank you!" She called again, once again disappearing into the barn.

The flinch that went down Grian's spine was visible to Scar even from where he stood. He noticed that Sarah did not ask him to help Grian, she bluntly told him to help Grian… Scar cringed before rolling his eyes and walking over to Grian. "Alright, Mister. Let's get you down from there." He said as he offered his hand out to the Chromia Prince.

The offer was swiftly slapped away, "I don't need help!" Grian protested, shifting on the saddle. "I don't need you're help!" He clarified with a hiss, glaring at Scar.

There was a moment in Scar's mind where he considered leaving the grumpy Prince to fall off his horse as he got off by himself, but he knew he'd be scolded by Sarah and his Mother for not helping Grian… even though Grian refused the help. "Come'on Grian. I'll actually help you down." He said a bit more softly, holding both his hands out this time.

Grian hesitated, Scar saw it. But soon the Chromia Prince grabbed a hold of both Scar's hands and put both legs over one side of the horse. Scar noticed that Grian was avoiding eye contact, most likely out of embarrassment to needing help.

"Okay, put one hand on my shoulder, then keep one holding onto my hand. Once we feel secure…" he paused as he saw Grian's skeptical look at the word 'secure'. "Feel as secure as we both can be..." He corrected before continuing. "You'll push off the horse and get to the ground." He explained and looked up at Grian. "You ready?" As he helped guide his hands to the right positions.

Grian nodded, though Scar could feel the trembling hands of the Prince, he wasn't sure what caused the shake though… it could be many things.

Once Scar gave the word, Grian pushed off the horse, squeezing Scar's shoulder and hand as he was in the air for a moment. Scar took a step back so that he could put Grian down safely, though as he took a step back… his foot caught onto a protruding rock. Scar gasped as he felt himself falling. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around Grian and brought him close, keeping one hand at the back of Grian's head to protect it.

A surprised yelp came from Grian followed by a pain filled grunt from Scar as the two Princes went down. Scar hit the ground first, and his position below Grian cushioned the Chromia Prince's ground contact, almost as if it was just the fall that Grian experienced.

The grip Scar and Grian had on each other was tight, Scar could feel Grian's breath against his neck, it sent chills down his spine, momentarily subsiding the pain that was pulsing from his beck. The two Princes slowly pulled back from each other as the shock gradually faded. Scar looked up at Grian, one hand around his hip and the other at his head. While Grian's arms were firmly around Scar's shoulders, Scar could feel that Grian wasn't shaking anymore... The stare felt like an eternity, but once the realization hit both of them, they scrambled to get away from each other.

"Scar! Grian! Are you guys okay?!" Bdubs' frantic voice sounded as he approached the two on the ground.

Scar groaned and rubbed his head as he sat up, "y-yeah yeah… I'm fine." He said then glanced at Grian, awaiting the Prince's answer to Bdubs.

Grian brushed himself off, his face was turned away. "I'm-.. I'm fine. I'm not hurt." He said then stood up, his legs seemed to shake now…

With Bdubs' help, Scar got to his feet, holding one hand to his now pounding head.

"Is everything okay out there?" Sarah's voice echoed out of the barn, she emerged from it soon after, walking over to Grian's horse and grabbing a hold of his reins. "You both alright?" She asked, probably putting the puzzle pieces together to figure out what had happened.

The two Princes nodded, though that didn't stop Sarah in ordering them to take a few minutes to recover. It was an awkward silence as Scar and Grian sat in the barn alone. An ice pack was pressed to Scar's head, held there by the Prince himself. He kept glancing at Grian, he wasn't exactly sure why, but he just felt like he needed to make sure the Prince wasn't injured. Occasionally, Scar noticed Grian looking at him as well, causing the both of them to turn away swiftly.

Eventually came the time that the riding crew had to wash down their horses, and one by one the horses were cleaned off. Grian went last, insisted by Scar. He could still see Grian's legs shaking, and he didn't want him passing out…

Once they were all done, and the horses were put away in their respective stalls, Etho showed up to pick the teens up. Even though Etho noticed and asked about the dust on Scar's back, no one gave the royal lord any kind of explanation. Luckily, Etho didn't press on what had happened, moving on to bringing them all to their clothes fitting back at the castle.

After a good long shower, Scar was dressed in some white garments, ready for the measuring and then fitting. All three Princes were scheduled to find the right measurements for the outfits that they would wear at the upcoming parade. The measurements would all be made at the same time, and the workers were told to not say aloud any measurements to keep things between them and the fashion team.

Scar stood atop of a tall block near the end of the room, next to some one way windows. The window was big, and there were two other windows on either side of him, both having a block below it for the others that would be joining Scar for the measurements.

First Bdubs walked in, wearing his own garments. His brother stepped onto the block and glanced at Scar. "Where's Grian? I thought for sure he'd be here before me." He said and looked at the clock at the head of the room.

Scar hummed and followed his brother's gaze to the clock, realizing that it was true that Bdubs was a bit late… then again the employees weren't even in the room yet… "I don't know… we'll wait a bit longer." He mumbled and leaned against one foot.

As the two brothers waited, time passed and nothing seemed to happen, almost as if they got the time wrong. But eventually, Grian walked in, wearing garments of his own. His arms were crossed but he did step onto the block in front of the window.

Scar snorted softly as he stood up, he had gotten tired standing so he had sat down. "Bout time, where were you?" He asked, raising his eyebrow at Grian. "Was it a long shower? Or do you just take forever to get ready for fittings?" He rolled his eyes and laughed quietly.

Scar saw Grian scoff and look away, he noticed that the Prince was holding his body tightly.. Grian didn't make any remark other than, "give it a break." With a roll of his eyes.

Scar hummed, but he didn't continue his banter since the workers walked in. His eyes lingered on Grian for a moment, it was clear that Grian was uncomfortable… but Scar didn't know why… Grian's legs were together tightly, and his arms wrapped around his waist as if trying to hide himself. What was the deal?

Throughout the measurements, Scar had tried having a back and forth with Grian, but Grian didn't seem to be open for a banter. Buzzkill. Scar had to think of something, cause this was just awkward doing this in total silence.

"So! I forgot what the theme of this whole parade is." Scar huffed, holding his arms out while his waist was measured. "Do you remember, Grian? I know this whole parade thing was your Father's idea, I can't imagine he wouldn't also come up with the theme." He said as he looked over at Grian, who, to his surprise, was looking at him. "Parades are your Kingdom's thing, yeah?" Scar prompted Grian further to answer him, surely the Prince would want to explain something only his Kingdom did.

Grian sighed, the sign that he had finally given into Scar's desperate attempts to fill the silence. "The theme is called Dreams Of The Youth." Grian replied, turning his head straight once again.

Scar blinked rapidly, how could that be a theme? How would one even dress in a Dreams Of The Youth? Scar hummed, tapping his foot. "So… what's your outfit…?" He asked and glanced at Grian, hoping maybe he could get some insight on what the outfits would look like.

Grian shrugged, "I don't know. But it's most likely going to have a lot of purple, white and dark pastel colours." He told Scar then looked at him briefly.

The realization finally dawned on the Tinkerer Prince. Scar hummed, "ohhh… so it'll have like the… the feeling of a dream…" he muttered then nodded slowly, understanding… kind of…

The measuring tape wrapped around Scar's chest as he saw Grian rolled his eyes, seeing that he was somewhat annoyed. "Why do you ask? You know you don't know your outfit. Why would I know mine?" He asked with a slight scowl.

Hairs on Scar's arms began to rise as a chill ran through him, he stared into Grian's eyes. It wasn't a bad chill through his body… and it wasn't the first time Scar had experienced this chill. Grian's eyes did something to him, it wasn't fear or an uncanny feeling… but Scar couldn't pinpoint what this feeling was exactly. "I-I don't know I just… maybe you'd know more since your Father planned this." He uttered out, trying to look not… whatever feeling was going on. He turned away as he felt his cheeks warm with most likely embarrassment.

"I don't know what we'll wear… but I have a general idea of it…" Grian's voice had lost its harshness, lost its irritation tone. The change caused Scar to look back at Grian, and he immediately noticed the Prince was no longer looking at him, but instead his eyes were fixed on the ground.

Maybe it would be best to change topics off clothes. "When you do parades at your Kingdom, do your friends from school watch or are they invited into the parade?" He asked, flinching as the measuring tape suddenly went around his forehead. He hoped that he wouldn't have to wear a hat…

Grian stiffened at the question, he glanced at Scar. "I already told you, there aren't many friends for me to invite onto the parade even if I could." He groaned, rolling his eyes a bit.

Scar smirked a bit, "you didn't say none though… if you could invite your friends into the parade, would you?" He asked, leaning forward on the block.

Grian seemed more annoyed now, less sad now. That was an improvement right? "Sure. But usually my 'friends' just watch the parade." He answered shortly.

There wasn't much time that Scar had to speak again since the workers stood up and nodded to each other, they then turned around and left the room. There was silence for a moment before Bdubs spoke up. "Well. Looks like they have all the measures. Now what? Do we just wait for them to be done with the outfits?" He questioned, stepping down from the block. "Wouldn't that take a while?" He walked over to Scar and crossed his arms.

Scar shrugged, walking off his block. "I suppose it goes quickly when they have stuff in mind, and have a rubric to go by." He muttered then looked at Grian, finding that he had the answers for most things that surrounded this.

Grian looked at the brothers with a raised eyebrow, he rolled his eyes as he saw the Princes lean in to get his answer. "When I am measured, it usually goes quickly into fitting. But since it's three outfits being made, it might take longer." He waved his hand and leaned against the wall.

And waiting the three Princes did, they didn't all chat much, but Scar and Bdubs did converse together. Most of the topics were of what exactly they'd be wearing, Scar was adamant about not wanting to wear a hat, which to his surprise made Grian giggle.

"You might have to wear a hat. And your hair might be… styled…" Grian's voice trailed off a bit, as if realizing something.

There was definitely a switch that happened in Grian. "Gri? What is it?" Scar asked, he wasn't sure why he cared, but he excused his question as being nosy.

Eye contact was nonexistent in this moment, Scar watched as Grian pulled his legs up to his chest. "It's nothing." He grumbled.

Nothing could get past Scar, even the 'nothing' excuse from people. Scar raised his eyebrow at the Chromia Prince and crossed his arms. "Yeah. Your reaction is definitely telling me it's 'nothing'." He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Bdubs nodded, scooting around Scar so that he could see Grian. "Yeah man, what's got your emotions in a twist?" He asked, leaning forward to prompt Grian to share.

A frown grew on Grian's face, he faced Scar and Bdubs and groaned and began leaning against the wall behind him. "Pearl usually styles my hair. But she's not here." He said simply, wrapping his arms around his legs.

Realization hit Scar immediately. How could Grian not miss Pearl? If Scar was forced to travel to Grian's land and Etho and Cub couldn't join him, he'd be upset too. "Hm.. that does sound like a big bummer." He crossed his legs, he acted nonchalant about the ordeal, but in his mind, he had a plan.

Though Scar had no interest in being nice to Grian, or going out of his way to get Grian to like him; Scar would still find a way to get Pearl down for the parade. It wasn't something that would be hard, it'd be easy. Just send a letter. Send a ship. Bring the ship back with Pearl. It wasn't something Scar would have to work hard at, so it wasn't a big deal.

Grian looked at Scar with a scowl, "'bummer'? That's all?" He growled then rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's the last time I'll be sharing." He hissed, sounding as if it was to himself, but Scar and Bdubs heard it.

The door opened after a few more moments, the measurement employees weren't the ones opening the door… no it was different people now.

"We'll take you back to get into the outfits. Please feel free to give any and all feedback." One of them said calmly as he dipped his body to the three Princes.

All of the Princes stood up and nodded to the man, each one following an individual who took them to a changing room. When Scar walked in, he saw a few people standing in the room, ready to help him get dressed. This was common for fancy clothes to be put on professionally when it was for events, Scar was grateful for these people as he knew he'd get utterly lost in all the buttons, zippers, and clips.

It didn't take too long for his clothes to be fitted to him, he watched in the mirror as he got gradually more fancy. And to his disappointment, he did have a hat, it was a somewhat of a sun hat, but it sat at the back of his head, making it look like he had a little ring around his head. He had a pastel greenish blue vest, fitted tightly to his frame, with two tails off the vest that went down to his knees. Under that was a long sleeved white fancy shirt, with a bunch of frill in the front, with neat hand cuffs that had a pattern sown into them. He wore some green pants to go with the vest and white boots to go with the shirt.

Scar hummed and turned around in the mirror, looking at the outfit from all the angles he could.

"Do you like it, Prince Scar? Any feedback?" One of them asked, stepping forward.

As much as Scar wanted to ask to get rid of the hat, he couldn't. He didn't want to make the employees feel bad… "no! Not at all. I love it! Are we able to show the others?" He asked, smiling at the workers. His smile widened as he was given permission to wait in the measure room for the rest. Though when Scar got there, Bdubs was already there. His brother wore a large he keg with dark green fluff at the shoulders and color, almost enveloping Bdubs entirely. He had some lighter green pants and a white shirt to contrast the greens. He didn't have a hat.

"Hey! You look so snazzy!" Bdubs perked up and looked at Scar, laughing as his brother struck a pose and let him admire his outfit.

Scar huffed, smirking proudly. "I always look snazzy!" He claimed and flung his hair back dramatically. "Has Grian come in yet?" He asked, looking at Bdubs. Scar would be lying if he said there wasn't a small bit of him that wanted to see what outfit Grian had. Only to compare it with his own, but he knew that his outfit was the best anyway.

Bdubs hummed and shook his head, shrugging with a slight frown. "I'm not sure if he will. I mean I knew you'd want to, and I know I wanted to show mine off, even if neither of you showed yours." Bdubs stayed as he gave his own dramatic pose, only to drop it almost immediately. "But no, Grian has not been here."

There was a bit of silence, and Scar had thought about replying to Bdubs. He opened his mouth to reply only for the door to creek open. The brother's heads both turned quickly to the door, Scar's head turning quicker than Bdubs.

Grian entered the room, wearing his outfit. The outfit that Grian wore had a wonderful flow, there was a long dark purple fabric with gold stars that went around Grian's neck like a scarf that fell over his left shoulder and went down all the way to the floor; the fabric had a gradient that went from dark purple to a light pink. Underneath he had a similar dark purple shirt, long sleeve, with gold lining on the cuffs. His pants were baggy as well, matching the dark purple fabric used all throughout the outfit, the same fabric that was used for the scarf was used in a little hip shall that fell down to his knees, having the same star gradient as the other. What Scar also noticed, was that Grian didn't have a hat.

Scar let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding, "woah, they went all out on your outfit huh?" Scar huffed and smirked at Grian. He crossed his arms and looked at Grian- the outfit. "Do you like it?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

Grian blinked and looked at himself in the mirror, "yeah, I do. It's gonna be hot in this though…" he sighed, turning around in the mirror to see it from all sides.

Scar hummed, tapping his chin. "You could lose the long sleeves, I think even without them it would work." He suggested and rolled his own sleeves up.

Bdubs nodded, bouncing over to Grian, who flinched away from him. "Exactly! And even if it's too hot, I'm sure the ride would cool you off. Plus I think it's gonna be cloudy and windy the day of the parade." He chuckled and leaned against his brother.

The employees that made the outfits walked in and bowed to the teens. "Is there any changes you would like to make, your highnesses?" One asked, each of them keeping their body bowed.

The first to speak was Scar. The fact that no one else had a hat gave him the courage to ask about his own. "Yeah uh- any way we can lose the hat?" He asked as he took the hat off his head, he smiled awkwardly and shifted his feet.

One of the employees, looking to be the leader, stood up straight and looked at Scar. "The hat ties the entire look together. Unfortunately we cannot." He apologized, putting his hand to his chest and giving a small bow.

Scar sighed and put the hat back on, "of course." He muttered under his breath.

Grian spoke up next, "is it going to be hot during the parade? I'm worried I'll overheat… can we shorten the sleeves or just get rid of them…?" He asked, messing with his hands. Scar noticed the way Grian avoided eye contact with the workers.

One of the fitters walked forward and looked intently at Grian, as if imagining how it would look. He then grabbed the sleeve and held it up to Grian's shoulder. His face scrunched into one of dislike. Sighing, he shook his head and let the sleeve drop. "It doesn't look right without the sleeve. I can make sure that there is plenty of water on the carriage as well as some ice packs if you need them." He offered, looking at Grian with an apologetic gaze.

Grian frowned, looking down as he nodded. "Yeah… yeah okay. That works." He responded and took a deep breath. "Let's get changed." He groaned before walking out of the room with some of the fitters following Grian out.

Scar glanced at Bdubs before walking away with some of the employees. It didn't take too long for Scar to get redressed into his regular clothes, and as he was waiting for Bdubs and Grian to get done, he noticed Cub walking the halls. "Cub!" He called, chasing after him.

Cub hummed and turned around, pushing his glasses up on his face. "Yes, Prince Scar?" He replied and looked at the young Prince.

Scar crossed his arms a bit as he thought. "You send letters with Pearl right? Or is it only Etho who talks with her?" He questioned and pointed at Cub.

Cub stared at Scar's finger and gently put his hand down. "Don't point." He started before answering. "I do exchange letters with Pearl, yes. Why do you ask?" He asked, holding his clipboard to the side.

Scar frowned as his finger was dismissed, but continued as if it didn't happen. "I need you to get her down here for the parade. Specifically before the parade so that she can style Grian's hair." He said confidently.

There was a bit of silence, and Scar almost repeated his statement because he thought that maybe Cub didn't hear him. But Cub spoke before he could talk again. "And… why exactly are you asking this?" He asked, raising his eyebrow at Scar.

Scar frowned. "Because Cub. It just seems… fair." He said simply, looking away with a slight shift of his feet.

Cub hummed, staring down at Scar for a moment longer before sighing and nodding, pushing his glasses up again. "I suppose I could ask her if she'd like to come. But I make no promises Young Scar." He told Scar before turning around. "I will keep you updated."

Joy ran through Scar, he smiled wide and dipped his head to Cub despite him being turned around. "Thank you, Cub!" He exclaimed happily, he stood up straight and smirked a bit. He was so selfless. He didn't have to do this for Grian, but he did anyway. All because it seemed.. unfair.

The sound of a door opening caused Scar to turn around, he smiled at Bdubs as he exited the changing room. "What are you smiling about?" Bdubs asked and tilted his head at him.

Scar waved him off, "oh nothing. Just doing something that will gain me points." He grinned, leaning against the wall as he waited for Grian to come out.

Bdubs stared at Scar, confusion on his face. "Points?" He questioned then paused. "Has Grian come out?" He asked, turning towards the door that led into a changing room, the changing room that Grian was supposedly in.

Scar shook his head, but he lost his confidence in that answer as he realized he hadn't been watching the entire time… "uhh… not sure." He replied, looking away from Bdubs before he questioned why he didn't know if he was out longer than them both.

Bdubs hummed, walking over to the door. "Bdubs? What are you doing you can't-" Scar started and panicked slightly as Bdubs pushed open the door. It was unlocked. Weirder, it had been slightly open. "Oh." He breathed, staring into the empty room.

Bdubs pressed his lips together before sighing, "looks like he left." He muttered before turning towards Scar. "No matter! That just means we can do what we want." He giggled and began walking away, he patted Scar's shoulder as he passed him.

The empty room was almost too empty. It was so quiet in there, Scar couldn't even see if the employees were inside. "Y-yeah." He replied with a mutter to Bdubs, he stared at the room for a moment longer before slowly tearing himself away from it. Not that Scar cared. He just wanted to know. Where had Grian gone?

Chapter Text

Grian stood just outside the castle doors, awaiting a specific thing… he did this every morning since he got here… Even the morning of the horse ride, which was a week and few days ago. It was the early morning, earlier than when Scar woke him up. He needed to be away so that the secret didn't get out. His mind wondered as he waited, leaning against the wall and covering his head further with his hood.

The memory that surfaced in Grian's mind was one he thought back to often, more so when he was waiting here like this. Grian closed his eyes so that he could see the memory clearer.

The echo of the waterfall could be faintly heard from inside the cave, Grian was holding onto BigB's hands, a piece of paper in between their hands. "This is the castle's mailing address…" Grian whispered to BigB, slowly looking up at him. "If you write this on a letter, give the letter to the overseas ambassador, he'll deliver it for you." Grian's voice was shaking, he had planned this meet with BigB purely because he wanted to give BigB an opportunity to reach Grian if he needed or wanted to. He popped he would want to…

BigB turned the piece of paper over in his hand, looking at the address before looking back up at Grian. "Is… is this allowed…? Commoners don't usually… send letters to castles… especially overseas…" he questioned and looked at Grian with a worried expression.

Grian shrugged. It was true, it may cause questions if someone in Grian's circle found the letter before him… "if you say it's for me… maybe the messenger will understand… I hope he will…" he said and looked down, "it-it doesn't hurt to try, right?" He whispered and looked back up at BigB. It could hurt to try. But Grian was willing to risk it…

BigB smiled and pulled Grian close, gently cupping his cheek. The look in BigB's eyes was something Grian memorized, embedding in his memory even though he'd only be gone for the summer. BigB opened his mouth, about to speak. "Excuse me?"

Grian blinked, confusion washing over him.

That wasn't what BigB said in that moment… in fact that didn't even sound like BigB's soft and low voice.

"Excuse me, are you Grian?"

Grian opened his eyes with a jump as he stared at a man standing in front of him. "Uh- y-yes..! I am." He said, trying to fix his posture and voice to be more formal. He padded his clothes down and looked at the young man who spoke to him.

The person in front of him was definitely a mail man, he had a large side bag over his torso, some letters were sticking out from pockets. Slightly unprofessional. The mail man looked young, not old as Grian would have imagined a overseas mail man to be. Grian would have assumed someone would need intense training and experience before delivering letters overseas. He had a black bandana around his forehead with his blond hair sticking out the top, with green and white clothes. Despite looking a bit on the younger side, Grian saw a bit of a stubble on his chin… he was older than Grian, that was obvious. Another thing Grian noticed was the pin on his shirt, it was a pin of the flag of Chromia. A citizen of Chromia, so why did he ask if he was Grian? Wouldn't he know his own kingdom's Prince?

The mail man laughed, smirking at Grian. "I thought so. But you had that long off look on your face so I wasn't sure." He shrugged and rummaged through his bag. Unprepared. Maybe he wasn't as experienced as Grian thought he should be.

Grian crossed his arms. "What's that supposed to mean? I see that you're a citizen of my Kingdom and-" he started but was abruptly interrupted by the mail man.

"Ap ap ap ap... Not your Kingdom yet. Wait your turn." The man held his hand up to Grian, his index finger out.

That was no way to speak to royalty. Who did this person think he was?! Grian glared at the man. "It will be my Kingdom. And since your from that Kingdom, you should know that. You should also know it's improper to speak to me in such a way." He said with a slight growl, crossing his arms in irritation.

After lifting a letter from the bag, the man rolled his eyes at Grian's words. "I do know that! That's why I corrected you." He said with a smirk, his green-yellow eyes were fixed on Grian. "Anyway." He started before Grian could respond to his disrespect. "This is for you. Eager for it I assume? You look like you've waited here for a bit." He said as he gestured to Grian's attire with the letter.

Grian flinched. Did he really look so disheveled? If he did, he wasn't going to show this man that he knew. "Just give me the letter." He hissed, reaching his hand out for it.

The mail man snapped his hand back, smirking at Grian. "The one who gave this to me was very adamant that Prince Grian of Chromia gets this… wonder why that is?" He asked with a curious grin.

Grian scowled, "you're nosy." He pointed out and reached for the letter again. "I can assure you I'm Prince Grian."

"Of Chromia?"

"Of Chromia."

This man was really getting on Grian's nerves. "Just give me the letter..!" He huffed, stepping forward for the letter.

The mail man chuckled and handed Grian the envelope. "Very well very well." He rolled his eyes and closed his bag. "Jeez, I was right when I said you'd be so antsy to get it." He smirked at Grian.

The letter was light but heavy with emotion in Grian's hands, it had an official seal on it and was signed on the back. 'BigB'. Grian ignored the comment from the mail man, instead going straight to an important question. "What's your name?" He asked, raising his eyebrow at him.

Instead of responding, or feeling giddy that the Prince was asking for his name, like any citizen would, the man only laughed. "You wanna know my name? Why? So you can report me and get me fired? I'm good. Thanks." He said and took a step back. "You have your secrets, I have mine." He turned around and began walking away.

Grian frowned and rolled his eyes, feeling annoyed already with the day. But he decided to ignore the mail man, he wasn't worth his time. Grian turned back inside and began walking towards his room. It was still early in the morning, but the sun was very up now.

The letter stayed closed, Grian would open it when he was safe in his room. As Grian passed a clock in the hallway, he glanced at it briefly. He stiffened and made a double take at the time. 8:30 am. That was the time that Scar usually woke him up.

"Crap!"

Grian immediately began running, trying to beat Scar to his room. He didn't even think about hiding the letter. Grian took corners quickly, almost falling down at one point. Did he get some stares from staff? Sure, but their eyes didn't matter, it was only Scar's eyes that mattered. In a sense of seeing him. Of course.

Grian panted as he turned the corner to his room's hallway, his entire body froze as he saw Scar at his door, hand resting on the handle, he had turned to look at Grian as he rounded the corner.

"Grian? What- what are you doing? Why are you up and… running…?" Scar asked and swiftly took his hand away from the door handle. Was he planning on opening the door?

Grian swallowed, trying hard to keep his composure. "I… I just needed some fresh air." He lied as he walked closer to his room, he tried keeping the envelope behind his leg and out of Scar's sight.

It wasn't a great excuse, and Scar definitely caught on. "Ya'know that you can just… open the window right…?" His voice trailed off his his eyes drifted down to Grian's hand, specifically the one holding onto the letter.

Grian frowned, hiding the letter further. Was that suspicious? Yes, but Grian couldn't let Scar see it. "Yeah well I wanted to be outside. Nothing wrong with that." He snapped and tried to get to his door, Scar was still slightly in his way.

Scar stood firm on where he was, "nothing wrong with wanting to go outside, no. What's wrong is when someone lies about just wanting to go outside." He said as he crossed his arms and looked unimpressed with Grian.

Well, it was worth a shot to try to lie to Scar, but that didn't mean Grian was going to back down and spill the truth to Scar. "It's none of your business." He retorted and crossed his arms, half forgetting about the letter in his hand.

Without a second thought, Scar reached for the envelope, though Grian's instincts were quicker. "Hey! Don't be trying to take things from me!" Grian hissed, taking a step back.

Scar frowned, pointing at the letter. "What is that? Who's it from?" He asked and tried to reach for it again.

Grian yelped and jumped out of the way of Scar's reach. This Prince was even more annoying as the mail man. "I already told you, it's none of your business!" He snapped and tried pushing past Scar to his door.

Scar reached out and grabbed onto Grian's wrist instead of the letter, but the momentum broght them both to the door to Grian's room. Scar's hand held Grian's wrist against the door while his other hand was on the door itself. Grian was in front of Scar, cornered into the door, staring up at Scar.

Grian's face flushed and he struggled to get his hand free. "Let go!" He huffed, quietly as not to bring too much noise… he didn't want to alert his Father, causing him to see this scene of all…

Scar frowned, glancing at the letter in Grian's hand above him. "I just want a peak." He whispered, he repositioned and began reaching for the letter once again. When his face turned, Grian could see a bit of a red tint on his cheeks, though Grian couldn't determine if it was because of his red sweater or…

Grian dropped the envelope and caught it with his other free hand quickly. "You don't get to have a peak. It's not yours to peak at." He hissed and shoved Scar off himself. "Have breakfast by yourself. I'm not hungry." He growled, holding the letter close to his chest. He avoided eye contact, he couldn't look at Scar, his face was too red… with embarrassment…

Grian swiftly opened his door and slipped inside his room, he shut and locked the door next. He could hear as Scar knocked on the door, his voice sounding semi desperate as he called out to Grian. But the Chromia Prince was having none of it, he did not want to speak to Scar.

The bed was still slightly warm when Grian crawled back into it, he didn't bother taking his clothes off, they were pajamas anyway. Maybe that's why the mail man said he looked disheveled… it was very very rare for commoners to see royalty in anything but fancy clothes… except for one commoner…

Speaking of, Grian looked at the letter, which was slightly crumpled by the tussle with Scar. Grian carefully opened it and took out the paper inside, he unfolded it and began reading the words written.

Dear Grian

Hey there G, how are you holding up?? Has Scar and Bdubs gotten on your nerves yet??

Grian laughed at the emphasis on 'yet', he could hear BigB's taunting voice even when he didn't speak.

I hope not, but I know they probably have. Why don't you give them a good'ol one two for me?? I can assure you that whatever you do to them is merely mercy in comparison to what I'd do.

Anyway, enough about that. I've taken up a job in the local bakery, which was why it took me so long to get a letter to you… I've been working hard every day in the shop. I'm hoping maybe one day I'll climb the ladder all the way up to be able to make breakfast for you in your house. It pays pretty good, for a first job.

Before I got the job, I had spent my days practicing fishing. I've caught a lot of fish, but not a single one of them were that mysterious cod you keep talking about. I'm still convinced that you were mad hallucinating in all the times you saw that fish.

Has your parade happened yet?? I wish I could see this parade, your father's parade's here are always so fun, so I don't doubt you'll have fun, even if it's a parade with Scar. I'm sure I'll see about it in the newspaper, after all this is the news favorite thing to cover.

Missing you here in Chromia, just like before, it feels like the summer passes much slower than any other season. I can only imagine how it's like over there, stay safe okay??

I'll see you when you return.

Much love: BigB

Grian smiled widely at the letter, he buried his face into it and hugged it close. He could smell BigB's scent, with a bit of a cookie batter smell… he definitely wrote this in the bakery he wrote of. He wanted to write back to him immediately.

Grian folded the letter and put it back into the envelope before putting it in his drawer beside his bed. Scooting off his bed, Grian scampered over to some paper and began writing at the desk.

Dear BigB

It's so good to hear from you, I always await and appreciate your letters.

Grian was taught to always start a letter with those words, it was formal and told the reader that the letter before was read thoroughly.

Your letters are always so unique and I can hear your voice as if you sent me a voice letter instead. You need not to apologize for any letter that takes longer for you to send, especially if the reason is that you are being productive with your new job.

Your new job sounds like something you'd greatly enjoy! Baking is definitely one of your specialties. I believe you will be climbing that ladder faster than you may think.

You will have to demonstrate how well you have improved with fishing when I return. I look forward to seeing you catch fish for supper. As for the cod, that cod is real. You should know that full well since it did smack you in the face.

As of writing this letter, the parade has not happened yet. However, I have gone through the process of getting my outfit fitted to me. I will await to send this letter until the parade has happened so that I am able to recount how the event went on.

I earn for the end of summer, to see you will be the highlight of the end of the trip. I do hope you have a wonderful summer, you must tell me what you have done while I am away. Have you made friends at your new job? What role do you have at this bakery? Have you learned any new recipes?

Deepest respects, I hope to hear from you soon, my Dearest, BigB.

Best regards: Prince Grian of Chromia.

Grian intentionally left a large space in the note, a space for when he would tell BigB about the parade. His handwriting was formal and neat, he was taught always to give the same treatment to every person he sent a letter to… however there were exceptions in greetings and farewells with if the person was a partner or a family member.

Grian folded the paper nicely before putting it in his desk drawer, next to BigB's letter. He looked at the time and hummed as he saw it was just passed 10 am. He should go downstairs and have breakfast… he just hoped Scar didn't tell anyone about the early morning exchange…

It was quiet. Grian hadn't noticed when Scar finally stopped knocking on the door and calling out to him, but at some point he had given up, given that the knocks were nonexistent.

Grian stood from his desk and walked over towards his closet, he opened it up and began picking out the clothes for the day. He remembered that today was going to be the second time Scar, Bdubs, and him would go on a scavenger hunt that Etho set up.

The first time they went on the scavenger hunt was a few days before the horse ride. It wasn't half way through the summer, but they were more than just about a month into it. In just a few weeks, the parade would happen.

"Okay, so we need… a bread pan from the Bulky Bakery… a knitted blanket from Knits and Fits… and a buttercup based bouquet from Flower Fellows." Scar read off, walking the streets of the town.

It was the second week of the second month summer, and this was the second scavenger hunt that the Princes went on. The first one they had to gather Aquatic decor, an Alarm clock, and an Animal wood carving. Grian had a feeling that the list would go in alphabetical order… and Grian desperately didn't want to continue doing this for another twenty-four times… one was enough, and two was pushing it.

Bdubs laughed softly, "our village shops have such funny names. Creative, but funny." He said then looked at Grian, who was meant to guide them to the store's since he was the one with the map. "So, where are we going?" He asked, bumping Grian.

Grian frowned, crossing his arms. "Can't you guys just lead us all there? You both know these streets." He growled, raising an eyebrow at Scar and Bdubs.

Scar was acting more unlike himself, though it was similar what he acted like last year, it didn't seem to be the same… he had taken an unexpected interest in who Grian had been talking to… even trying to ask if he had met anyone at his school… Grian noticed it on the first day he arrived. The way Scar took his arm while running to the parents. Scar even had managed to get Grian to be vulnerable on the horse ride… and finally trying desperately to find out what the letter Grian received was… it wasn't uncommon for Scar to be nosy, but it was a bit more intense than last year…

Later in this trip, Grian had figured out that Scar was meant to include Grian in everything, as a way to pay back from what Grian tried to do the year before that. That made sense, and excused Scar's behavior, but this year he didn't have to do that… right…? Grian was too annoyed with the other questions that Scar had asked that he just had tried to tune the Prince out. Grian almost never answered his questions, aside from the horse ride… though part of him wanted to blurt out that he was happy with a boyfriend, just to make Scar stop asking… but if he told Scar… he might tell his Mum… and his Mum might tell Scott… none of that would be good…

Scar shook his head at Grian's question, stopping at a fork in the road, two shops on either side of them. "Nope! We must work together. As ordered by Etho." He said then looked at Grian, "you know how to work with someone, surely you've got a friend right?" He said, the hopeful look in Scar's eyes that indicated he wanted an answer from Grian made the Chromia Prince scowl at the eldest Tinkerer Prince.

Grian groaned, he wouldn't give Scar the satisfaction by giving him an answer. "Fine…" he grumbled before pulling out the map, looking around his surroundings before down at the map. "Okay… so we are right here… between these two stores…" he said and jolted as Scar and Bdubs came on either side of him, looming over his shoulder to look at the map. "Here are the stores we need to get to." He said and pointed at the respective locations, he then drew an invisible line with his finger. "If we go this way, it'll be faster, we'd hit the Flower Fellows first, then the Knits and Fits, then finally the Bulky Bakery. After that it's a semi straight shot back towards the castle." He said and looked in the direction they had to go in.

Scar smiled, "alright then! Let's go." He said then walked ahead of Grian with Bdubs.

Grian sighed, rolling his eyes before folding away the map and following. He saw the glances that Scar made to make sure he was still following.

Scar scoffed, "jeez Grian, you are dragging your feet. Pick'em up!" He shook his head in a disapproving manner. "Do you drag your feet with your friend when you walk with him?" He asked, tilting his head at Grian.

Bdubs glanced at Scar, looking as if what Scar said was a little bit too far… or maybe he was wondering on why he was acting as if he knew more about Grian's social life… though, to Grian, it looked more like the first.

Though whatever Bdubs' expression was, it had been quickly replaced with shock as Grian lunged forward and shoved Scar against a wall. "What the hell is your problem?! How the hell do you know anything about 'him'?! Who- who even is 'him'?!" Grian tried to cover up his small mistake in choice of words. "Why do you keep pressing on my social life? What's it to you?!" He hissed, his face was red, but with anger? Embarrassment? Flustered? It was hard to tell.

Scar stared at Grian, his chest heaving as he stared at the red mess Grian was in. He then gave a small smirk. "So there is a him…?" He muttered and chuckled softly.

Grian narrowed his eyes at Scar before swiftly turning away, resisting his urge to punch Scar square in his face. "I'm getting this stupid scavenger hunt over with. And I'm not speaking to neither of you for the rest of the day." He hissed, hearing behind him as Bdubs helped Scar from the wall and followed after Grian.

It wasn't long until they reached the first store, Flower Fellows. The first thing Grian noticed about one of the owners, was that he had blue hair, something that reminded him of his father. The other owner in the store was a long brown haired women with a red sash. Grian approached the front counter, acting as if the two Princes behind him weren't there at all. "Hi there, my name is Prince Grian. I'm on a scavenger hunt, sent in by Lord Etho." He introduced and dipped his head to the two store owners. From the look of both of them, they seemed more like friends, like his father and Cleo were.

The male turned to Grian and smiled, "I was informed you'd be here today, we have the buttercup based bouquet ready for you in the back. Kore will you get that?" He asked, turning to the person across the way from him. Kore nodded and disappeared into the back. The man turned back to Grian. "I'm Solstice, I'm the manager of this shop." He said, shaking Grian's hand.

Kore returned with the bouquet, and with a snort of laughter. "Co-manager." She corrected, "we own it together, you oaf." She scoffed and handed Scar the bouquet of flowers.

Grian laughed softly, finding the two amusing, and fun to be around. His displeasure of the moment before this wasn't completely gone, but it was shielded by this good memory. "Well thank you, both of you. Have a good day!" He called as he left the store.

Scar had given the bouquet to Bdubs to hold, "didn't know you could be nice." He said mockingly.

Grian ignored Scar, the insistent fading back into his mind. He wasn't speaking to him. Not for a while. Not until the next day. Or maybe he'd drag it out as much as he could.

The next store was Knits and Fits, it looked like two women owned this shop, one having dark styled hair and the other having orange a little below shoulder length hair. The taller women with dark styled hair beamed at the teens as they walked in. "Oh! They're here! Maeve! The Princes are here!" She exclaimed before reaching under the desk, pulling out the blanket before any of the Princes could say a word. "Here! Oh this is so fun! When Lord Etho came to me with this opportunity I just knew I wanted to participate in it!" She said happily and smiled at the teens.

The orange haired women, Maeve, walked over to the other and rolled her eyes, leaning against the counter beside the other. "Sabrina, you didn't even let the rascals speak." She pointed out lightheartedly.

Bdubs frowned, staring at Maeve. "We aren't rascals! We are respected Princes! The best Tinkerer has ever seen!" He announced, raising his hand.

"Uh huh."

Sabrina smiled back at the teens, "I see you've already got the flowers, are you off to the bakery? I know the owner there! Ariadne! She is great!" She clapped her hands together.

Maeve snorted and rolled her eyes, "you teens better be off, there isn't much left in the day." They said as she motioned to the clock.

Scar yelped and nodded, "that's true! We've gotta get going! Thank you!" He reached forward and grabbed the blanket, he turned and bolted out the door, Bdubs following quickly after him. Grian followed a bit more slowly, sighing and rolling his eyes.

While walking to the bakery, Scar stopped and stilled, looking as if he was trying to focus on anything but walking. Grian looked at Scar and went to speak but then remembered his words earlier, he shut his mouth and rolled his eyes, deciding that he didn't care. He turned and kept walking.

Scar blinked rapidly and reached for Grian, "wait! Wait wait… I heard something…" he whispered, seemingly ignoring how his hand was slapped away from Grian by Grian.

Grian frowned and waited, listening to his surroundings. He only heard the bustle of the calming town, it was getting close to the times that stores usually closed, which was why they needed to get to the bakery…

Bdubs was about to speak but he was promptly silenced by Scar placing a hand over his mouth. His brother was about to protest, but then a small sound echoed in the alleyway beside them…

Mew!

Grian felt his muscles relax as he heard the small meow, he looked down the alleyway and blinked, trying to spot the small animal.

Scar didn't waste time and went into the alleyway, moving cardboard boxes carefully. One box that Scar lifted revealed a very small gray and white kitten, big pale green eyes stared up at Scar, mud and dirt covered the poor kitten's fur.

Grian stepped forward and stiffened as he saw the little kitten, "oh god… she's so small…" he whispered, to himself of course.

Scar turned to Bdubs, "Bdubs, quick. Give Grian the blanket. Go to the bakery, get the thing we need and then ask if they have something that a kitten can eat." Scar's sudden serious tone caught Grian off guard, he watched as Bdubs saluted and shoved the blanket into Grian's arms before he ran off with his brother's instructions.

Grian flinched as he was suddenly holding the blanket, he blinked rapidly and looked in the direction that Bdubs disappeared to. He then shifted his gaze back to Scar and the kitten.

Scar was on the ground now, gently putting his hands around the gray kitten, he frowned then looked over at Grian. "Grian, could you actually bring the blanket here? She's kind of cold…" he said softly, looking back down at the little one.

Grian frowned, in a usual situation, he would promptly do the opposite of what Scar told him to do… but in this case Grian approached and gave Scar the blanket. It was weird… Grian never saw Scar like this… he never saw Scar in a serious way… he always goofed off or made jokes… was this even the same person…?

Aside from the situation after the horse ride, Scar had shown a bit of seriousness when he was helping Grian down from the horse… even at the memory of that day Grian felt his face begin to flush with embarrassment.

Scar took the blanket and gently scooped the kitten up, holding her close to his chest. He sat back and lean against the wall behind him, one leg up and the other down. "We should bring her home… with summer still building up, it's only going to get hotter in the day… I don't think she has a home…" he said lowly, his eyes were sad as he stared at the kitten who was shaking.

Grian frowned and leaned against the wall, there was no way he was sitting on the dirty ground… "yeah… it doesn't look like she has a home… it probably is best to bring her back to the castle…" he muttered, crossing his arms.

Scar smiled softly, glancing up at Grian with his eyes. "I thought you weren't talking to me for the rest of the day…?" He whispered, petting the kitten's head with his thumb.

And just like that, Grian went back to scowling to Scar. "Oh my god…" he sighed, rolling his eyes.

Scar laughed quietly, "I'm only joking… relax, Grian…" he muttered, not looking at Grian.

Grian scoffed, "that's all you ever do. You joke. You don't take a single thing seriously." He hissed. That was somewhat of a lie now, since Grian just witnessed Scar taking charge and being serious. Oh how Grian would love to see Scar serious again, just to see if he could do it again.

Scar blinked, "really? I think my jokes are pretty seriously funny." He grinned, apparently not getting the hint Grian was trying to wave in his face.

Grian stomped his foot, "will you stop?! Just- stop! Stop joking for a whole day! Take a single word I say seriously. And maybe, just maybe I'd give you an ounce of respect." He huffed, putting his arms out.

Scar hummed, thinking. He then met Grian's eyes with such an intense stare that it sent a shiver down Grian's back. "Is your boyfriend serious?" He asked monotonously.

Before Grian could react to Scar's words, Bdubs returned, skidding around the corner, a muffin in his mouth and a bread pan in one hand and in the other he held a can that had a cat printed onto it. "Ariadne had cat food! She has a cat of her own so she just gave me this can!" He muffled out through the muffin in his mouth. He handed Scar the can then looked at Grian, he stiffened as he saw the state Grian was in.

Grian's face was pale, his eyes were locked onto Scar… and he looked like he wanted to strangle the Tinkerer Prince on the ground. How could he know of BigB? Not even Pearl knew about BigB! Right? Had she talked with Etho or Cub? And then had they talked to Scar? But even then, Grian never said BigB was his boyfriend! Why was Scar acting like he knew so much?! It infuriated Grian… and if the Tinkerer Prince wasn't holding and feeding a small kitten, Grian would pounce on him…

There was quiet whispering going on between Scar and Bdubs, but Grian's ears were ringing, he couldn't make out what they were saying… he only snapped out of his trance when Scar stood up, the kitten had eaten everything in the can. He was reluctant to follow Scar and Bdubs back to the castle, and the walk back was a blur… he was suddenly in his room, sitting on his bed. He wasn't sure how he got there exactly… he had to remember… what if something happened…?

Grian closed his eyes and laid back on his bed, letting out a sigh as he tried to recollect the last hour… when he, Scar and Bdubs got back they quickly found their parents and showed them the kitten they had found. Cleo had allowed the boys to keep the kitten… Grian remembered that when his Father saw what he looked like he instructed he go to bed since he looked a bit sick.

Scar didn't walk him to his room… Grian knew that for sure… if he had, Grian wouldn't be sat on his bed in a calm-ish state. It still was unbelievable that Scar had said what he said, Grian even tried to convince himself that he had imagined it. But the stare Scar gave him was engraved into his memory, he couldn't find what emotions were behind Scar's eyes. Why had Scar said that? There was no reason for him to say that! He probably was just making a guess to see Grian's reaction… no matter what caused Scar to speak, Grian would confront him…

But was that even a good idea? If Grian confronted Scar about what he said, it might just prove Scar's assumptions right… Grian groaned and put his hands to his face, his chest felt tight, and the lump in his throat felt like it was suffocating him.

The next move Grian would make was unclear… but he knew he had to do something… this secret could not get out…

Chapter Text

"What do you mean we are going back?"

Grian's growl sounded as he stared at Scott, crossing his arms with a glare directed right at Scott. He was just given the news that they would be going back in to Tinkerer Kingdom, even though they had gotten home just a bit over a month ago. It seemed so unnecessary, and Grian had yet been told the reason they were going back. But no amount of reasoning could make this news any better.

Scott sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Grian, it won't be a long while that we'll be staying, just a few days…" he replied to Grian then frowned at him with sympathy in his eyes. "I should have told you sooner, and I apologize for not… but we are going back. Please, pack your things for a few days." He asked in a soft voice, putting his hand on Grian's shoulder.

Grian huffed, looking up at Scott. "Why are we going back? Isn't it a bit close to Thanksgiving? We are cutting it close aren't we." He asked with a slight hiss.

Scott pressed his lips together, taking his hand off Grian's shoulders to scratch the back of his neck. "Well… not entirely." He started, "we are spending Thanksgiving with the Clocker family." He said and looked down at Grian, it looked like he was already bracing for his son's reaction.

Grian's eyes widened, "wha-what?! But we always have Thanksgiving here! I-" He stopped his words as he was about to reveal that he was going to invite BigB to the Thanksgiving meal… he couldn't show that BigB and him had been dating for a few months… since the beginning of that Spring to be exact…

Grian crossed his arms and looked away from Scott as his Father began to speak again. "I know, I know… and I am very sorry for springing this on you like this… I really am. But this is something that Cleo and I want to do, I've been wanting to spend Thanksgiving with them for a long while but never exactly had the opportunity…" he told Grian, he sighed as he saw Grian's arms tighten around himself. "I'm not going to leave you here alone."

Grian huffed and looked back up at Scott. "I wouldn't be alone though! I'd- I'd have Pearl!" He protested, tears were now pricking in his eyes. "What about Pearl? We always invite her to our Thanksgiving!" He whimpered and blinked at Scott, trying to get the tears from welling in his eyes.

Scott's eyes became even more sympathetic, he bent down and put his hands on Grian's arms. "You don't have to worry about that Grian, I've already talked to Pearl, she's going to be coming with us." He said with a smile, hoping to ease Grian's anxiety.

Grian blinked rapidly, it was true he felt more relaxed about his worry of Pearl. But then a new grievance surfaced. "So you talked to Pearl before me?" He huffed, frowning at Scott and looking down. He should have been thankful that Scott still invited Pearl on the Thanksgiving, even if it was all the way in Tinkerer. But the fact that Scott spoke with Pearl before him felt like a jab.

Scott sighed, lowering his head. "I spoke to her first so that I could give you the good news that she was coming… but maybe you're right. I'm sorry…" he muttered and looked at Grian. "We are still going to be having Thanksgiving, Grian. It'll just be with more." He whispered before standing up. "I'll send Pearl to your room to help you pack." He said then opened his arms for a hug from Grian, hoping that he would accept the offer.

Grian frowned slightly before his shoulders lowered with defeat, he couldn't exactly argue with his Father… the plans were made, and there wasn't anything Grian could really do to reverse them…

Grian turned and left Scott's study room, walking silently to his own room. When he got there he saw Pearl who was already sorting out some clothes for him.

When Grian entered, Pearl perked up her head and smiled at Grian, motioning for him to help her. "Well don't just stand there, help me out." She giggled lightheartedly, she folded a shirt and put it in a pile that seemed to be other shirts. "I'm packing a weeks worth of outfits. Even though you'll only be staying four days. You never know what will happen." She said as she pointed at Grian as he sat down.

Grian smiled a bit and nodded. "Yeah…" he muttered then looked at Pearl, he leaned over to her and rested his entire body weight on her. Pearl blinked rapidly at him before putting an arm around him. "Well, someone is in a jello mood. What's going on?" She asked, pausing on packing so that she could be there for Grian.

Grian huffed. "What isn't going on… I'm heading back to that awful place. And I don't even have a choice…" he grumbled and crossed his arms. He relaxed a bit as Pearl messed with his hair.

"Well you won't be going alone this time around, I'll be there." She reminded Grian and glanced down at him. "Does that make things better?"

Grian sat up straight and grabbed Pearl's face with both his hands, something he always did and never grew out of, Pearl didn't mind either. "Of course that makes things better! That way when Scar and Bdubs do something wrong, you'll be there to put them in their place." Grian exclaimed and smiled sheepishly. "And… I wouldn't mind having you there… I miss your company over the summer…" he admitted softly.

Pearl smiled and held Grian's hands and giggled at his list of reasons. "Well I can definitely bring good company. I will say though, I don't think I can… 'put them in their place'. I don't have the authority to do that." She reminded Grian then slowly went back to packing, it needed to get done after all.

Grian groaned, "you should. They'd listen to Red Pearl." He huffed, referring to when Pearl gets in a mood when Grian is in a mood, but more often than not, Red Pearl would appear when someone of the kingdom is rude to Grian when he visits the townsfolk with her. There have been occasions where people wouldn't be respecting Grian's pronounce, and in some cases, mocking him to his face. Pearl, since technically she wouldn't be on the shift clock, would be able to… put those kinds of people in their place. That's who Red Pearl was.

Pearl laughed, "I'm sure they would. I'm excited to be there with you too, and finally meet Cub and Etho." She said and put the clothes in a suitcase.

Grian began helping by folding the unfolded clothes. "Really?" He asked with slight speculation, he didn't think Pearl would be excited for that.

Pearl looked at Grian, with one eyebrow raised. "How do you think I know what happened while you were off? Etho, Cub and I send letters back and forth. We are good friends." She told him and tilted her head at Grian.

Grian huffed and pressed his lips together, "Right. Right. I knew that. I guess that just leaves me the only one that doesn't have a friend in Tinkerer." He pointed out then thought some more about what Pearl said.

That did make more sense now, Grian did always wonder how Pearl knew all the details of the summer when she was still in Chromia. But Grian had always believed that she had some kind of super power. Well, there goes that belief. "That's lame." Grian protested and crossed his arms, he frowned as he saw Pearl slip something into his suitcase, he leaned over and pulled it out without any hesitation.

What dangled from his fingers was a small gold chain necklace, and the thing resting in his palm was a pendant, inside was a poppy and lilac petal. Grian frowned and looked at Pearl, an eyebrow raised. "You do this every time, it's not going to work. I check my bags before I pack them up." He said as he showed the necklace.

Pearl gasped, "whaaaat? How'd that get in there? I didn't put that there." She said innocently, she smirked at Grian and sighed, putting down the front. "One day you'll have this necklace in Tinkerer, and that day will be amazing." She said softly and continued packing.

Grian placed the necklace back on it's stand, which had a perfect outline of dust that settled around the necklace. "The day that happens, will be the day I gave up." He mumbled then looked back at Pearl. His gaze softened and he went behind her and hugged her, putting all his weight on her again. "I really am glad you're coming… I don't think Thanksgiving would be the same without you…" he whispered, taking slow and deep breaths.

Pearl hugged his arms and smiled, "I'm glad I'm joining you as well…"

Scar shot an arrow at his wooden wall, something he probably shouldn't have been doing, but he was doing it nonetheless. "Today. Today they are coming back." He groaned and shot another arrow. "It really isn't fair ya'know, this was sprung on me." Scar hissed and pulled back on his bow. But a hand was placed on his shoulder to stop him.

"If you'd like to practice your bow skills, we can move to the yard. I won't allow you to shoot more in here." Cub's voice sounded behind Scar, it was monotone and calm, but also serious.

Scar groaned and put down his bow, he didn't feel like leaving his room. "Cub you don't get it, after summer is supposed to be my break! And here the Riven family is, coming back on Thanksgiving. Which, is in two days. Counting today." He growled and crossed his arms. Today was Tuesday, tomorrow would be Wednesday. And then it was Thanksgiving. "Doesn't that sound unfair to you? I had to put up with Grian this summer more than I did last. Or any other summer for that matter." He huffed and leaned against the wall, pulling out the two arrows he had shot.

Cub hummed, "if you want someone to blame, blame your Mother. She was the one who suggested it to King Scott." He said with a shrug, "but I don't see that going well for you." He told Scar and put his clipboard down at his side. "And the more time you spend with Grian this summer was a punishment for not including Grian last summer, when you all ended up getting injured because of it." He reminded Scar, leaning on one foot.

Scar rolled his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek as he suppressed the urge to blurt out that Grian had intentionally knocked over the plank that held the tree house up. "Yeah yeah yeah… whatever…" he sighed and put his arrows away. He rubbed his face then looked at Cub. "When do we have to go to the docs?" He asked, putting his coat on. It was closer to morning than the afternoon, but it would be afternoon soon.

Cub paused and looked at the time, then at his clipboard. "Now actually. Come along Prince Scar." He said as he turned to the door. He made sure Scar was following as he led him down the palace and to the coach that awaited him. Cleo, Bdubs and Etho were already inside.

Cleo smiled at Scar as he sat down. "Good! Glad you made it in time, I was beginning to think you'd have to walk." She teased, their smile slowly faded as she didn't get a response from Scar. "Scar. I know you don't like this, but this is more for Scott and I thank you for you and Grian." They told Scar truthfully as she gently put her hand on Scar's knee, a comforting gesture.

Scar sighed, "right… I just don't see why I have to come to the docs then. If it is for you and Scott, couldn't you both go off and have your own friendship Thanksgiving? Etho and Cub can look after us!" He protested while gesturing to Bdubs and himself, the cart began to move as he spoke.

Cleo frowned. "I know they can, but even though Pearl is like a sibling to Grian, she can't be the one who watches him during that time. While Scott is away during the summer, a good friend of his, Avid, runs his kingdom for him. He can't care for Grian like Scott would." They reminded Scar, "it wouldn't be fair to Avid to expect him to take care of Grian as well. So Grian is coming along with Scott, and Pearl is coming because Scott invited her." She explained and leaned back in their seat next to Etho. "Does that make more sense Scar?" She asked and tilted their head at Scar.

Scar sighed and looked out the open window. "I guess that makes some sense… but it wouldn't be for long, four days isn't long." He expressed, looking at his Mother.

Cleo sighed, shaking her head, "four days is long when you run a whole Kingdom, Scar." They told Scar and hummed as the cart stopped. "Scott doesn't want to put that pressure on Avid." She ended before getting out and approaching the docs.

Etho paused before getting out, taking a moment to glance at Scar. "Don't worry, I've got some activities that will let you guys do things that are fun. There's actually one today." He said softly.

Scar raised his eyebrow. "If by 'you guys' you are referring to Bdubs and I, you'd be correct. But if you are including Grian, you'd be wrong on that fun part." He replied with a monotone voice. He watched as Etho shook his head with a sigh before getting out of the wagon. Scar stayed in for a moment longer before getting out, waiting for Bdubs to get out before he closed the door.

Bdubs looked over at Scar. "I don't like it either, but we can make the most of it!" He encouraged Scar as they walked to the waiting point.

When the Riven family arrived, there was the usual greetings, though this time there were extras since Pearl was able to meet and speak with Scar and Bdubs. Scar didn't expect Pearl to be so tall, but he didn't comment on it.

The two families went back to the castle and had downtime. Scott and Cleo exchanged books they had spoken about to each other during the summer meet, eventually going off to Cleo's library. Etho, Cub and Pearl chatted about stories of them taking care of the Princes. While Bdubs, Scar and Grian sat on opposite ends of the room, string one other down, or just straight up ignoring each other.

It seemed to get noticed since Etho walked in the middle of them and clapped his hands together, "okay! Enough with the staring and ignoring." He said lightheartedly.

Pearl nodded from where she sat, sitting crisscrossed on the couch. "Yeah, you guys look bored as all he… heck." She laughed, which got a slight look from Grian.

Etho smiled and pointed at Pearl in agreement. "Right. So! I have a task for you guys. Bdubs, your in the kitchen with Pearl and I, we are going to be prepping some foods for the Thanksgiving." He pointed at Bdubs and smiled as he got excited. "Scar, Grian and Cub, you'll be out in the field collecting cranberries for the cranberry sauce." He said and gestured to Scar, Cub and Grian.

Scar send Etho a look of surprise. He opened his mouth to say something but then Cub spoke first.

"Sounds like a good plan, come along, children." Cub said as he stood up. "Do either of you want to change for the field?" He asked, looking at Scar and Grian.

Scar watched as Grian sighed and stood up, "I'd like to change." The Chromia Prince said before turning away, "I'll meet you at the doors." He added as he walked away.

Scar huffed, looking at Etho. He pressed his lips together and frowned. "Fine, I'll go change as well." He said and walked off to his room.

Scar changed into some more outdoorsy clothes, ones he didn't mind if got stained with the cranberry juices. But still classy and nice. As was stated, the three met at the doors outside the castle. Cub had changed as well, looking more casual then he's ever looked in his life. Grian still seemed to look fancy and casual, which Scar didn't even know was possible. Only Grian would be able to pull that off…

Cub gave a curt nod to both of them. "Good, now let's get the cranberries, I have baskets for both of you." He said as he handed them both a basket.

Scar hummed, looking the basket over. "Will three baskets be enough for the sauce?" He asked while holding the basket with his hand at the handles.

Cub nodded, "oh yes, it will be enough. You'd be surprised at how much you can make." He smiled softly before walking along. "The field isn't far." Cub lead the two Princes to the field, which was filled with cranberry bushes. Each one scattered with many red dots. "Wow, didn't know we had so many cranberries." He said as he looked over the bushes and began picking a few.

Cub looked out on the cranberries and nodded, "we planted these here so that all the townsfolk could come and pick them if they so please. These aren't just ours. It's the kingdoms." He said and popped a few into his basket. "You two go on that side, I'll be on this side. Yell if you need anything." He said then walked off to the direction he said he'd be in.

Scar turned to their side and immediately saw Grian at work, picking away at the berries. Scar rolled his eyes, approaching the bush next to Grian and began putting berries in his basket. After a few long moments of picking berries… something caught his attention… He stopped as he saw movement in the bushes farther off. He saw a brown haired man, he looked.. somewhat short but still taller than Scar was now… but the odd thing was that he didn't look familiar… suddenly the man saw the two and ducked down under the bushes, looking shocked. "Grian! Grian did you see that?" He asked as he nudged Grian.

Grian huffed as he dropped some berries at the nudge. "No I didn't. I was picking berries, like we are supposed to do? What did you see?" He asked and raised his eyebrow at Scar, who was not looking at him.

Scar stared at the spot that he saw the man, his voice lowered. "There was a guy out in the bushes." He whispered as he directed Grian's eyes to the bushes he was talking about.

Grian squinted and rolled his eyes. "Didn't Lord Cub say that your town folk also picked berries here? That's not uncommon, nor is it something to bump me over." He huffed, crossing his arms.

Scar shook his head. "No no no no, I know everyone in this kingdom, but he didn't look familiar. Plus! He liked shocked and hid after he saw us…" he frowned and tried to see if he could see the man again. He gasped as he saw brown hair again, and eyes that followed after. The man stared at them then ducked back under as he saw they were both looking at him.

"There!! Did you see it that time?!" Scar exclaimed quietly to Grian, who was staring right at the spot the man was just at. "Yes I saw it… let's go check it out…" Grian suggested and put down his basket, walking over to the bushes with Scar beside him.

Scar glanced around, frowning as he saw no sign of the man. "That- that's impossible… he was just here!!" He huffed and looked around, "we both saw him!" He turned to Grian who was looking in the bushes. "He couldn't have run, he would have to stand up for that, and we would have seen him." Scar said as he looked in the bushes with Grian.

Grian nodded, "for once, I agree with you." He muttered, he then gasped as he saw movement in the bushes. "Hey! Come out! We know you're-" Grian started, but he didn't get to finish.

A raccoon jumped out from inside the bushes, landing on Scar and tumbling him to the ground. "THERE-!" Scar shouted and yelped as he tried to get the raccoon off. He grabbed a hold of it and shoved it to the side before backing off. "What- what in the world?!" He gasped.

The raccoon snarled, his mouth was red, and for a moment Scar worried that he had gotten bit… but then he realized that surrounded the raccoon's mouth was merely just cranberry juice.

Grian was behind Scar, hands on his shoulders as a way to support him up. "Do you guys have raccoons too?!" He huffed and watched as the raccoon scampered off.

Scar blinked rapidly, his clothes were stained in cranberry juice, some being in the shape of a raccoon paw print while others were just splotches from the ones he landed on when he fell back. "'Too?!' You mean to tell me you deal with those on a daily basis?" He asked Grian as he looked up at him.

Grian frowned, "not daily… but on occasions." He replied then looked down at Scar. "You look like you got in a fight with a raccoon." He laughed softly.

Scar huffed, rolling his eyes. "I did get in a fight with a raccoon. A cranberry drenched raccoon." He replied as he stood up, looking around. "Jeez… that was… unexpected…" he laughed and looked at Grian, he paused as he saw the light of the sunset hit Grian's face just right… it seemed to light up his eyes, in a way that Scar had never seen before…

The dark eyes that looked black most of the time, now looked like a dark black cup of coffee with a bit of creamer swirled around… a brilliant brown, with such… emotion…

Grian seemed to notice Scar's prolonged staring, as he blinked rapidly and looked away, keeping Scar from looking in his eyes. "We should continue picking the berries… come on." He said as he turned away.

Though Scar didn't have the sight of Grian's eyes in front of him anymore, he still seemed to see Grian's eyes in his mind. He shook his head a bit and nodded. "Right… I guess the guy just got away somehow…" he whispered and picked his basket up and walked back over to where Grian had set his basket down before.

Scar kept glancing at Grian, half of him wanted to see his eyes again, and the other half was trying to reason that want with the excuse that Scar was just wanting to have coffee. It wasn't that he wanted to see Grian's eyes specifically, if anyone had eyes that brilliant he'd want to stare into them and imagine drinking a hot cup of coffee. At least that's what he told himself…

Grian was in his room, getting changed into better clothes for dinner. He stood behind a changing wall, putting his old clothes he used for cranberry picking over the top of the wall. The new clothes were hanging neatly on hangers on the wall.

"And then a raccoon jumped out of the bushes and practically sent Scar screaming!" Grian told Pearl who was waiting for him on the other side. She sat on his bed patiently.

A laugh erupted from Pearl. "There's no way! Was that why he was covered in cranberry juice?" She asked, still laughing.

Grian grabbed the new shirt and buttoned it up, giggling as he remembered the sight of Scar falling over. "That's right!" Grian replied and then put on his vest, after that he slipped his pants on and buckled them up. "He looked so worried that the raccoon bit him because the raccoon's face was covered in the red cranberry juice."

Grian grabbed his old clothes and folded them up before coming out and handing them off to Pearl. "It was hilarious." He finished.

Pearl sighed with a wide smile, taking the clothes from Grian. "Oh I bet, it sounds hilarious! I wish I was there to see it." She said as she put the clothes away in the dirty suitcase. "What did Cub say about all of it?" She asked, turning back to Grian.

Grian hummed, "well he looked worried for a moment, seeing Scar in red didn't quite settle his nerves after he heard the scream." He recalled and tapped his chin, he sat down and began putting on his shoes. "But he soon calmed down and escorted us back to the castle, he had enough cranberries anyway." He told Pearl, he chose to tie his shoes tight before standing up.

"How do I look?" He asked Pearl with a tilt of his head.

Pearl smiled and walked over, "like a million pieces of gold." She complimented and hugged Grian. "I'm glad neither of you were hurt, that would not have been good." She said and led Grian to the door.

Grian nodded, "I'm sure Scar would have been able to handle it." He whispered and then opened up the door. He frowned a bit as he saw the one he was just speaking about.

Scar looked at Grian and hummed. "You dress up for every occasion don't you?" He asked with a slight giggle.

Grian rolled his eyes, noticing that Scar was in the outfit he wore before the cranberry picking. "I see that you don't." He shot back, crossing his arms.

Pearl stepped in, "as a Prince, it's important to show others that you care about each event that you are invited to." She said kindly then looked at Scar.

Scar huffed a small laugh. "Well I didn't invite him." He said, and at the same time Grian spoke. "Care is a strong word."

Pearl sighed and shook her head. "Come on, let's just get to the dining room." She whispered and walked behind Scar and Grian as they walked to the dining room.

Grian and Scar bickered most of the way, it didn't seem like Scar wasn't exactly afraid to do his distaste for Grian in front of Pearl. And Grian knew that Pearl knew he didn't like Scar, so he didn't hold back either. He knew he could trust Pearl not to say anything about their bickering either.

Once at the dinner table, Grian sat down, unfortunately across from Scar, but fortunately beside Pearl.

The two families are together, sharing stories and talking among themselves. Grian stuck to his usual people he'd talk to, his Father, Pearl, and on occasions Etho, Cub and Cleo. But not once did he ever try interacting with Scar, if Scar didn't 'invite him' as he said before, Grian wouldn't 'care' for his presence.

It wasn't hard either, since Scar didn't seem to have an interest in talking to him either. But nothing could have prepared the two for Cleo's upcoming suggestion.

"Ya'know, I think since it's Thanksgiving soon, I want to thank Cub for always making sure breakfast is ready for us. And in thanks, I'll let him have the rest of the week off from that responsibility." Cleo announced and then looked at Scar and Grian, as well as Etho. "I would have Bdubs help, but he is going to the stores tomorrow to buy the turkey for us." They explained and smiled at her son beside her.

"I think having you two make breakfast tomorrow morning will be delightful, don't you think? Etho will be there to help you just in case you need it." She beamed and glanced over at Etho.

It didn't exactly sound like an option for Scar and Grian, which was soon confirmed by Scott clapping his hands together. "Oh that's a wonderful idea, Cleo!" He replied with joy.

Etho smiled, "I'd be happy to! It sounds fun." He dipped his head and glanced at Scar and Grian for their reply.

Grian was holding his fork mid bite, still shocked that things were being decided before either Scar or him had a say on it. He sighed and put down his fork. Now that he was in front of others that were not only Pearl, he had to act kind. "Sounds… great, I'm sure it will go… so smoothly." He replied and forced a smile on his face. Grian then looked at Scar to see his reaction.

Scar was mid bite, his cheek protruding out with the food he was in the works of chewing. He swallowed and blinked at the people. "Oh… yes that will be. Great. What time… should it be ready for everyone…?" He asked and looked around, also forcing on a smile on his face.

Cleo hummed, tapping their chin. "I think 9 o'clock. Whatever you make, have it be done at 9 o'clock." She decided and looked at the all three of them. "Will that be reasonable?" They asked, mostly directed at Etho.

Etho thought for a moment, most likely thinking about all the options he could have for a breakfast, he then nodded. "That will be perfect, there's a few things we can do." He smiled and ate some of his food.

Grian sighed and nodded, he picked at his food for a moment before beginning to eat again. He glared at Scar across the way, which was met with Scar's own glare.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day, but Grian knew that he could get some fun out of it…

Scar woke up well early, around 7:30… and usually he wouldn't go to Grian's room until 8:30… but today, they both were making breakfast… Scar left his room and looked down the hall, noticing Bdubs leaving his room.

"You are one lucky Prince." Scar huffed and crossed his arms as he walked over to his brother.

Bdubs turned to him, a little shocked at his sudden appearance. "I could say the same to you. But… with a lot more sarcasm." He laughed and met Scar half way. "You gonna be able to manage?" He asked and tilted his head to the side.

Scar sighed dramatically, scratching the back of his neck. "I might survive. Or I might have a face full of flower." He joked and shook his head. "You get to go out on your own and get the turkey from those old folk that always gives us treats when we stop by. Honestly it seems unfair." He exclaimed and gestured to Bdubs.

Most of the time Bdubs would be involved with any activity that Scar and Grian did, just so no one was left out. But with the amount of preparation that had to be done for Thanksgiving, everyone had a job to do.

Bdubs laughed, lightly nudging Scar. "You wouldn't say it's unfair if I wore in your boots." He teased before sighing. "I'll bring you back a sweet treat, and I guess if we want to be fair, I'll bring one back for Grian too. Since he's probably not happy about this either." Bdubs leaned on one foot and put a hand in his pocket.

Scar snickered at the sight of Grian last night, looking so displeased about this mornings preparations. Though there was this little bit of sadness in Scar that he couldn't quite pinpoint why. "Did you see him last night? He looked like he was just told the meal was made out of rotten foods." He laughed then took a deep breath.

Scar glanced down the hallway towards Grian's direction. "I should probably go wake him up. I'm telling you he's never up when he's supposed to be." He complained while taking a step back.

"Enjoy your morning, Bdubs." Scar waved at his brother, waiting for his brother's return's farewell before he turned around and walked to Grian's room.

The hallways were dimly lit by the sun slowly rising over the mountains, the orange-yellow light made the red carpets look more of a orange red. And when Scar turned the corner, he noticed that the light shone directly onto Grian's door. He never noticed that before, the light usually sat on the wall way above and away from Grian's door, but given that it was earlier, both in the day and the time of month, the light wasn't at that place…

Scar hummed before approaching Grian's door and knocking on it, he tried to stand in the way of the sun so that it didn't directly shine into Grian's eyes.

The door opened and just as Scar intended, the sun was blocked from Grian's eyes… though a part of Scar wanted to move, so that he could see Grian's eyes for what he knew they were…

Scar's thoughts distracted him and he almost forgot Grian was in front of him. "Oh, you're awake! I didn't think you would be." He commented and looked at Grian's outfit, one especially fitted for baking. Did Grian expect this to happen? Or was he just always prepared?

Scar had to search deep in his clothes closet to find the right outfit for baking and preparing food.

Grian rolled his dark eyes, "I know when to be up, especially when we are making breakfast for people." He replied and crossed his arms. "I thought you were coming here at 7:30? It's almost 7:40." Grian complained, looking Scar up and down.

Scar shrugged. "I got distracted." He said simply. That was a lie. Well. Almost a lie. He spent most of the time searching for his clothes, and the other time talking to Bdubs. So in a way… he did get distracted.

Scar swiftly turned away and walked down the hallway. "Come along now! We've gotta get there soon or else Etho will think we bailed on him." He motioned for Grian to follow, though he laughed nervously as he realized Grian was right beside him.

With a puzzled expression, Grian tilted his head at Scar. "What are we making?" He asked, his voice low as to not wake up anyone else.

Scar hummed, "well, there's a few options, we can do muffins, pancakes… oh or we could do waffles." He suggested and looked at Grian. He blinked rapidly as he saw Grian's eyes almost as wide as a cat on catnip.

"Waffles?"

Scar nodded, "yeah, do you want to do waffles?" He asked, a slight chuckle escaping him.

Grian shifted as he walked, glancing down at the ground. "I mean we could, I like waffles." He muttered and glanced up at Scar.

Scar laughed slightly and nodded, "okay then, we'll have waffles then." He opened the door to the kitchen and looked at Etho inside.

Etho looked at the two Princes as they entered. "I was wondering when you two would show up. Have you decided what we will be making?" He asked as he tied the apron on his waist.

Scar snorted softly, Etho looked somewhat silly with an apron. "Uhh- we decided on waffles." He replied and walked in after Grian.

Grian nodded, "I'll get the stuff in the pantry." He said and quickly went to the pantry.

Scar followed him, peeking in the pantry. "Do you know what you are getting?" He asked, tilting his head. He didn't really expect Grian to know what to get, he didn't think he baked.

Grian turned around and rested his hand on his hip, looking at Scar with a unimpressed expression. "Of course I know what to get. I've made waffles before." He said and rolled his eyes. "Flour, Baking Powder, Sugar, Salt, and Vanilla Extract." He listed, he then looked at Scar. "And Milk, Butter and Eggs from the fridge." He added and crossed his arms. Grian then walked over to Scar. "You wanna help me with the pantry ingredients or help Etho with the fridge ingredients?" He asked and tilted his head at Scar.

Scar blinked rapidly, the forward and confidence in Grian was somewhat interesting to see. He huffed and smiled, grabbing flour from the shelf. "I'll help you in here, I doubt you could get it all yourself." He replied with a smirk.

Grian raised his eyebrows at Scar, looking at the flour then him. "That's rice." He muttered and pointed at the 'flour' in Scar's hands.

Scar stiffened and looked at the 'flour' he had, which wasn't flour at all, it was in fact rice. He huffed and put it down before grabbing the actual flour. "I was testing you…" he muttered, but Grian had already turned around and began gathering some other things.

Grian offered the salt to Scar. "Here, you carry the flour, salt, and sugar. I'll hold the baking powder and the vanilla extract." He said as he handed Scar all the bags. Grian then grabbed the rest of the ingredients from the pantry. "Don't drop those." He warmed a she slowly led Scar out of the pantry.

Scar was holding all three bags close, one balanced on two while leaning against his face. "I'll do my best…" he groaned as he hobbled out.

Etho had all of the fridge ingredients out, he looked over and panicked. "Goodness! Don't carry those all at once!" He huffed and took the top one and put it on the counter. "Okay… let's mix these all together." he sighed and pulled out a big glass bowl.

Scar let out a sigh of relief as he set the other bags on the counter. He turned to Grian and stepped out of the way so that he could put his stuff down. "Okay, so what first?" He asked and tilted his head.

Grian smirked and opened the baking powder. "Powers mix first." He said then grabbed the measuring sticks and cups and began putting them all in.

Etho blinked rapidly, surprise on his face. "Do you… know how much you need for the recipe?" He asked and tried to reach for the recipe book.

Grian slapped Etho's hand, something Scar was very surprised at. "Don't you dare. I have my own recipe that is going to be much better then whatever is in that thing." He told Etho and then turned back to his bowl, he grabbed a cup of flour and went about to pour it in.

Scar reached forward with eagerness. "Let me! I know how to bake too!" He exclaimed as he tried to grab the cup… but instead he bumped it and spilled it all over Grian…

Grian gasped and blinked rapidly, flour dropped from his eyelashes and his face. He narrowed his eyes and slowly looked at Scar, he paused and took a deep breath. "Fine, you put in four cups flour. While I go wash this off…" he huffed and gave Scar the cup.

Scar laughed nervously and grabbed the cup. "O-okay…" he snickered, looking Grian's flour covered face up and down. He watched as Grian went into the back kitchen to wash up.

Scar stood where Grian stood, laughing silently as he saw the footprints of Grian's shoes on the ground, the parts of the ground the flour didn't touch. He then poured in four cups of flour. "There, now we stir." He said then grabbed a fork, he was about to start stirring when a sudden yelp caused him to stop.

"Don't you dare stir it with a fork! That won't work at all!" Grian shouted and marched over, tossing the four away. "We need to use a whisk!" He insisted and then looked at Etho.

Etho stood still for a long moment before he gasped and nodded. "Whisk, on it." He said and got a whisk from the drawer, he handed it to Grian. "When do we add the butter, milk and eggs?" He asked, looking at Grian.

Grian began rhythmically whisking the powders. "Not until this is all the way mixed together." He said and then turned to Scar. "And the butter, milk and eggs should be whisked together as well first." He told him and then glanced at Etho. "Give Scar another whisk and then work together with mixing the fridge ingredients." He instructed and then focused back on whisking.

Scar glanced at Etho then shrugged. He and Etho then got the ingredients together and began whisking away, he was surprisingly good at mixing with a whisk, and even Grian… somewhat complimented him.

"You're not half bad." Grian had said.

Once the two ingredients were mixed, they added them to each other and Etho and Scar let Grian whisk them all together. Etho put the cold ingredients away, and when Grian was done with mixing, he got the waffle mold out and put it on the fire stove. He warmed it up and then offered for Grian to pour.

Grian stepped back, "you can pour it, your molds are different than mine so I don't know how much to pour in." He sighed and offered to Etho, who happily accepted.

Grian looked at the other ingredients and looked at Scar. "Let's put this stuff away." He said then glanced at the flour.

Scar smiled and nodded, "yes! That's probably a good idea." He replied and went over to the baking powder.

"Hey Scar."

Scar hummed and turned to Grian who called his name. "Ye-" He stopped as flour was thrown into his face, getting all over his chest and arms. He didn't open his eyes but he heard Etho laughing with Grian squealing with joy and amusement.

"Got you back!" Grian shouted.

Scar snorted and sneezed down at the ground, flour fell from his face, and after wiping his eyes he opened them and looked at Grian.

Grian continued laughing but he paused for a mom as Scar opened his eyes, he looked shocked slightly but then snickered and laughed again.

Scar blinked and laughed quietly, eventually his laughter rose. And eventually the three of them were all laughing quite hard.

Scar didn't think he'd be able to laugh like this with Grian, he always felt so board with Grian… but this time, this morning, this moment… seemed like it could last forever…

Grian was in the kitchen, helping his Father put together his homemade special gravy. It was Thursday now, Thanksgiving was upon them. And the last thing the table needed was the gravy. The gravy could never be made before the last minute. It wouldn't taste as good if it was.

"It's at a boil now!" Grian called to his Father. He stopped stirring and tapped the spoon against the side of the pot, he then stepped out of the way and looked at Scott as he approached him.

Scott smiled and rubbed Grian's back, "thank you, son." He whispered then lightly put in his special ingredient, some liquefied parsley leaves. It added a wonderful zing to the gravy, but Scott never shared that last special ingredient to anyone but Grian.

Grian smiled and leaned against Scott a bit, he was glad his Father trusted him to give him the secret ingredient. Grian would honor that secret and never share it with anyone. Not even BigB.

Scott poured the gravy into a small glass drizzle pot and covered it with a matching lid. "Ready?" He whispered to Grian.

Grian nodded and held his hands out for the gravy, smiling as the pot place in his hands, he had a place mat over his hand, but he could still feel the warmth from the pot. Grian nodded to Scott. "Yep! Ready!" He expressed and walked out of the kitchen with Scott.

Even though Grian would have rather stay home and have a home Thanksgiving, but having it here wasn't… all bad…

Picking cranberries with Scar was quite fun, he was able to have a good laugh as Scar was attacked. It was a little confusing when Scar stared at his eyes for a long time, but he still had a good time.

When Bdubs got back Grian was surprised when he offered him a sugar cookie, it was so warm and soft. Grian had never had a better cookie before. He was very grateful for it.

Scar even asked about a book Grian was reading, and Grian, despite being surprised that he had asked, told him all about his book.

Even the breakfast making was good, Grian found great pride in getting Scar back with flower in his face. Plus, everyone very much enjoyed the waffles, and Scott recognized the recipe immediately, since it was originally his.

Grian set the gravy on the table and then sat down, across from Scar once more. "The gravy has arrived." He exclaimed and smiled at the people around him.

Cleo stood up once Scott sat down and put their arms out. "I have a few words before we begin." She said and looked at the group, staying on Etho for a moment longer with a fond smile. "I am so very thankful and grateful for all of you, every summer is a blessing and a wonderful gift I get to experience. I know some of us… may not enjoy it every time, but I know that we all have some fun moments." They said with a soft voice, looking around. "Now let us enjoy this wonderful meal each of us have contributed to." She announced and sat down again.

Talking almost immediately began, Scott and Etho talked about the breakfast yesterday and Bdubs and Pearl conversed with their love of horses. Cub and Cleo spoke briefly about how large the turkey was as they passed it to him.

Grian looked up as he passed the mashed potatoes to Scar. "I didn't know you liked mashed potatoes." He said with a small smile.

Scar grinned as he grabbed the dish and plopped a glob on his plate. "Well I have to have something to try the gravy with." He said as he reached for the gravy.

Grian snatched it before Scar could. "Well, you're gonna have to wait." He giggled and poured some onto his own masked potatoes.

Scar rolled his eyes and waited patiently, he nodded to Grian as he passed the gravy. "Thank you." He muttered and poured it onto a small dip in his potatoes. He stirred it around slowly then took a bite. His eyes widened as he smiled at Grian. "Wow! This… this is probably the best gravy I've had…! What's in it?" He asked as he took another bite.

Grian snickered and rolled his eyes, "I am not telling you. It's a secret." He huffed and crossed his arms.

Scar laughed and sighed, "very well…" he groaned.

Scar sliced the pie and hummed, the pumpkin pie and apple pie were both home made, Etho and Cleo had made them. The creating of those pies did take longer than usual, and Scott insisted they all go out to the garden until the pies were ready. Scar had a sneaking suspicion why, but he didn't say anything about it.

"Here you go, Bdubs." Scar smiled and gave it to his brother, his brother wanted Apple pie. Scar was meant to cut everyone's pie, that was his job. Etho came up next, then Scott, and then finally Grian.

Scar wasn't as grumpy as he would be when he was around Grian at this moment. The time spend with Grian was a bit different than before, the weather was colder, clouds covered the sky, and it wasn't for as long… maybe that's what changed it.

After making the waffles, Scar had to wash himself off, because Grian had thrown flour on his face. Though he had forgotten what happens to flour when it got wet, so his face got extremely sticky. He couldn't open his eyes for a while as Etho cleaned it off with a warm rag. Grian laughed until he cried joy tears, finding it hilarious that Scar's mouth would stick shut every time he closed it.

While in the garden, Scar had found the flowers that, as a kid, he went to and picked out the petals for Grian's necklace… he had told Grian over and over again that it was Cleo or Etho that picked out the flower petals… but that was a lie, it always had been… Scar first said it to upset Grian, but he seemed to believe it so Scar just went along with the lie. Now he was unsure on what would make Grian angrier, being told that it was a lie, or having the lie continued.

Scar didn't know, so he never said. But Scar vividly remembered picking out the poppy and lilac flower petals for the necklace.

Scar gave a small smile to Grian. "Which one do you want?" He asked as he gestured to both pies.

Grian hummed then pointed to the apple pie. "I'll have the apple pie please…" he replied and leaned on one foot.

Scar nodded, "You got it." He whispered and cut off a fair size slice of pie for Grian, he then lifted it up and put it onto a plate for Grian. "Here you go, Prince Grian." He happily spoke and offered it to Grian.

Grian chuckled and took the plate, "thank you Prince Scar…" he whispered, stepping back and turning away.

Scar blinked rapidly and put down the pie scooper. He then stepped forward to Grian. "Grian, wait!" He exclaimed softly and stiffened as Grian turned around with a hum of curiosity.

Scar shifted a bit before he looked up and smiled at Grian. "Happy Thanksgiving, Grian." He whispered, his eyes meeting Grian.

Grian stared at Scar with a bit of a shocked expression before if fell and a smile slowly grew on his face. "Happy Thanksgiving, Scar." He replied softly.

Not so bad of a Thanksgiving after all…

Chapter Text

"WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!"

Bdubs' shout felt like it shook the whole ground of his room as Scar paced back in forth in front of his brother's bed.

Scar stopped and looked at Bdubs, his eyes wide with panic. "I don't know! It- it just- it just slipped out!!" He exclaimed, resuming his pacing. He picked at his nails and bit his lips. It had been a few days since Scar said the most stupidest thing he could ever say. He asked Grian if his boyfriend was serious, and that question sent Grian to a strange state… things weren't normal even now.

Grian has ignored, avoided, and sent down right death stares at Scar. There was little to no talking between the two, the only time Grian ever spoke to Scar was at dinner and he was forced to reply. Even the parents could see something had definitely changed.

Cleo was actually going to be talking to Scar and Bdubs today about what was going on, which was why Scar and Bdubs were both waiting in Bdubs' room.

Bdubs sat crisscrossed on his bed, "okay… so. You said something really. Really. And I mean really dumb." He muttered, a hand at his chin. "Surely you could just… deny you said that? Or… see if this blows over." He offered, a weak and worried smile on his face.

Scar slowly turned to Bdubs, a skeptical frown on his face. "That. That is not going to work. What I said was-… was very… de… dishadable-"

"Distinguishable."

"Yeah that. There's no way he didn't hear what I said." He groaned and began pacing again. His hands were shaking a bit. He then paused and looked at Bdubs with very wide eyes. "What do we tell Mom? They aren't going to buy the whole 'nothings wrong' excuse." He huffed and ran a hand through his hair.

Bdubs sucked in air through his teeth, "yeah… uh… I don't know… can't exactly blame anything on Grian." He hummed and scratched the back of his neck.

Scar shook his head, "no no no, she's expecting us to blame Grian." He continued pacing. He stiffened and froze as he heard a knock on the door, he stared at the door before swallowing. "Come in..!" He called.

Cleo was the one who the brothers expected to walk through the door into the room. But instead… Etho walked in, closing the door behind himself. It was just Etho.

Etho raised his eyebrows at the boys with a stern stare. "Okay. I am going to give both of you one chance to tell me what is going on. Before I tell you what I believed to have happened." He started, crossing his arms as he approached.

There was a moment between Bdubs and Scar, they turned and stared at each other before Scar slowly turned back to Etho. "So… one chance for both of us? In… indi… visually…?"

"Individually." Bdubs whispered to Scar to help him out.

"Individually…?" Scar continued to Etho. "Like… we each get one chance, so in t-total there is two changes- chances to tell you what happened." Scar rambled a bit, his words speeding up as he fumbled some of his words.

Etho raised his eyebrow at Scar, "one chance. Total. You've had time to make up a story. So either tell me that fabricated story, or the truth." He clarified sternly and leaned against one foot.

Scar sighed and looked at Bdubs, he pressed his lips together before meeting Etho's eye once more. "I just-… I went too far with a joke… Grian didn't like it." He said simply, kicking and staring at the ground.

There was some silence, and for a moment, Scar thought maybe he was being believed. Though, when he looked back up at Etho, he had a skeptical expression on his face.

"Well. You aren't completely wrong. You did go too far. But what you said was not a joke." Etho motioned with his hand, he stared at Scar and Bdubs. "Scar, I can put pieces together. I'm smart." He said and tapped the side of his head with his finger. "But, since that was your chance, it's now my turn to tell you what I think happened." He sighed and began walking around the room.

Etho stopped by Bdubs. "After I told you not to tell anyone, you told Bdubs. Didn't you, Scar?" His voice was so smooth, and he spoke with so much confidence, his eye showed no ounce of doubt.

Scar stiffened. "I- I… I just… I couldn't keep it… completely to myself… I didn't tell any of my friends though!" He said quickly, as if that could save him from what Etho told him not to do.

Etho sighed and shook his head. "Right. Well after telling Bdubs, you tried to get Grian to admit something that is only an assumption. You did this by asking leading questions, ones that he was cornered into to answer." He hummed and turned to Scar, slowly walking over to him.

Scar swallowed, how was Etho this good? He had figured out the tree house incident, and now this? Nothing could get past Etho, Scar was slowly learning that…

Without a response from Scar, Etho went on. "After those leading questions didn't work, you, maybe unintentionally, asked him directly about this possibility of a boyfriend." He slowly glanced at Bdubs, seeing that he had no shock reaction to his words.

Scar pressed his lips together, "o-okay… okay yes… you're right…" he admitted and messed with his hands. "But I didn't mean to say what I said! I just- it just came out…" he mumbled and looked away. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. "I can… I will apologize to Grian…" he whispered.

Etho shook his head, "you will do no such thing. You will leave the entire situation alone until Grian brings it up. And that's an if he brings it up." He put his hand on Scar's shoulder and looked at him with a softer stare. "You messed up, big time. But I also know you got Cub to get Pearl to travel here for the parade. Not for you, not for your own benefit… but for Grian. That might… might… make up for what you said…" he whispered and smiled a bit at Scar.

The weight on Scar's chest began to lift ever so slightly. "Pearl's coming? Th-that's great…!" He said with a soft smile, though it dropped quickly. "I didn't do it just for Grian. I did it for myself too. Cause… cause Grian would have been grumpy if Pearl didn't do his hair." He clarified, though his claim was weak, and it was clear that Etho wasn't buying it.

Etho hummed and nodded a bit. "Right." He rolled his eye and looked over at Bdubs. "You need to stop encouraging Scar to do stupid things."

Bdubs' eyes widened, "WHAT?!" He exploded and slammed his hands down on the bed.

Etho raised his eyebrow at Bdubs. "You mean to tell me you didn't suggest that Scar should ask Grian questions?" He asked with an unbelievable amount of skepticism.

Bdubs opened his mouth to object but then snapped it shut, realizing that he couldn't deny what Etho accused him of.

Etho smirked and nodded. "That's what I thought." He replied and then walked over to the door.

Scar tensed. "Wait! Are- what are you gonna tell Mom?" He asked, his eyes wide with worry.

Etho stopped at the door, his hand on the door handle. "I'll tell them that things are resolved. All you two need to do is be nice to Grian, I know it may sound bad, but act as if nothing happened. Only if Grian brings it up will you open up and apologize." He told him sternly, "on a side note, don't forget that you have a play tonight. Dress good, but not too fancy, it is in the village after all." Etho reminded the boys and then without another response, he left the room.

Scar stood in the room, silence filling the space around his brother and himself. After a long moment, he slowly looked at Bdubs. "Well… uh… that went… better than I expected…" he whispered and sat down on the bed with Bdubs.

Bdubs blinked. "I'll say… I mean… we barely got a slap on the wrist." He mumbled and leaned against the headboard. Though his relaxed state was short lived as he sat upright abruptly. "You didn't tell me you convinced Cub to sail Pearl down here!! Was that the whole 'points' thing you went on about after the fitting?!" He growled and shoved Scar playfully.

Scar laughed and nodded. "Yep, it's going to gain me points." He said confidently.

Bdubs narrowed his eyes at Scar, "points? Explain that to me." He huffed and crossed his arms.

Scar pressed his lips together. "Ya'know, with the parents. They'll see that I'm being nice and that Grian is just being grumpy for no reason." He laughed softly and put his arms above his head.

If didn't seem like Bdubs understood, or maybe he understood too much. "How exactly does that help you? I mean, points with the parents will just get Scott to like you more, then they'd think your falling for Grian." He speculated and then hummed, looking off in the distance. He then looked back at Scar. "Fess up. Do you like Grian?" He asked bluntly, raising his eyebrow at Scar.

Scar nearly fell off the bed as he scrambled to sit up straight. "What?! No! What are you talking about?! That's- that's- re-redactulous!!" He shot back, crossing his arms, he glared at his brother who just said one word.

"Ridiculous?"

Scar huffed and rolled his eyes. "Yes! That." He protested before getting off the bed. "Just you watch, if I get the parents on my side, I'll get in less trouble. In fact, it happened just now! I didn't get any punishment." He claimed, walking backwards to the door.

Bdubs only response was just a hum of acknowledgment, staring at Scar as he left the room.

Scar made his way to the room that he had picked out to be the kitten's room. The kitten had been very skittish around everyone, so only one person was allowed into the room in order to not overwhelm the small one.

A few veterinarians had come by the castle through the week to check on the kitten, just to make sure she was healthy and doing well in the new environment.

The room was where Scar went to get away from Grian's death stares, he'd use the 'I've gotta socialize with the kitten' as an excuse. It has been working, then again, Grian never protested against Scar leaving.

Scar slowly opened the door and peeked in, making sure the kitten wasn't near the door. He did hear a small scampering of paws near some crunchy cat toys that were just beside a chair. Scar smiled softly and walked into the room.

He made slow and calm movements as he sat down in the middle of the room, he grabbed one of the cat toys and lightly tossed it near the chair. "Hey kitty… how are you doing…?" He whispered, sitting crisscrossed on the floor. There wasn't any movement or sound in response, but Scar could see two small paws that stuck out from under the chair.

Scar tapped his fingers on the ground and made soft kissing noises, and at first there was nothing that happened from that. But then a small nose poked itself from the darkness under the chair. The face and eyes that followed the snout looked curiously around the room, eventually landing on Scar.

A warm feeling bubbled up in Scar's chest, along with a cold fear. He really hoped the kitten would come around to liking him… though he also feared that she would be afraid of the scars on his face and arms…

Skizz's words echoed in his head, reminding him that things like that would happen, and that there would be a warming up period that he'd have to deal with. Scar was more than willing to give this kitten all the time she needed in order for her to warm up to him.

"Hey… you're okay… it's only me…" Scar whispered and pulled his hand back, letting the small kitten know that he wasn't going to try to touch her, even if she was out of his reach.

The gray kitten slowly approached where Scar was, keeping low to the ground and watching around her. Her tail twitched every now and then. She stopped two arm lengths away from Scar, watching him with wide eyes.

Scar smiled softly at her and slowly pulled out some treats from his pocket, he was sure to keep his movements as calm as possible so not to scare the kitten. "Here you go…" he whispered and slid one of the treats over to the gray kitten.

The kitten jumped up in the air and stepped back as the treat slid over, she blinked and stared at the treat as it stopped. Her fur was fluffed up, but slowly settled as she approached the treat. She sniffed it before taking a bite of it and sitting down. She ate it all and licked her lips afterwards, she looked back up at Scar and tilted her head. She was a bit closer now.

There were only five treats, now only four since the kitten had already eaten one. Scar gently slid another to her. "Here, I have more." He whispered. He laughed quietly as she jumped up into the air again, he was sure she was just being dramatic now… Scar watched her eat it and sit a little closer to him. He knew she was getting closer, but he didn't know if she was aware of it.

Every treat Scar slid over he was secretly letting the treats get closer to him. With the last treat, he gently set it down more than an arms length in front of him. He was quiet as he watched the kitten stalk forward and nibble on the treat, keeping her eyes on Scar.

The only thing Scar did was smile, he didn't try to pet her, nor did he move at all. He almost forgot to breathe, but he did eventually speak. "I'm safe… it's alright little one." He whispered, he turned his hand over, the hand that held the treats. He could tell that the kitten smelled the lingering scent of the treats on his fingers and palm…

The moment that she began approaching his hand, Scar froze. His eyes shone and his heart thumped as he watched her gently lick his fingers. He kind of hoped his heartbeat wasn't loud enough to scare her away. Eventually Scar felt his muscles relax, he noticed the way the kitten sat, her paws tucked under her chest and her tail curled over her chest.

Scar softly chuckled at the sight, he smiled at the little one. "You look like a blob of jelly… a cute one…" he hummed as he thought, "you know… that is gonna be your name… Jellie." He whispered and stared at the kitten, now named.

Jellie mewed at him, the first time she's meowed since Scar found her in the alley… she then turned and scampered off, her tail lightly sacking Scar's knee.

It may not have been intentional physical touch, but it was touch nonetheless, which meant Scar was making progress with befriending the sweet kitten.

Scar and Bdubs were waiting outside the castle, both of the Princes looked bored. The one who wasn't with them was taking a long while to get out so they could leave for the play. Grian.

Scar glanced at Bdubs and nudged him to get his attention. "I witnessed something strange a few days ago." He started, clearly catching Bdubs' interest. He wasn't planning on telling anyone, but Bdubs was his brother. "Grian was coming back to his room early in the morning, he was up before I was at his door to wait for him." He said as he leaned against the pillar behind him.

Scar paused as he remembered that morning, he remembered specifically holding Grian's wrist in hopes to access the letter… "he was holding an envelope, he wouldn't tell me who it was from." He whispered and looked at Bdubs. "Do you think… maybe it was from his… boyfriend…?" He asked in a very hushed whisper.

Bdubs frowned, "remember what Etho said, we don't know for sure if he even has a boyfriend." He reminded Scar and crossed his arms.

Scar thought that it was suspicious that Grian had an attitude towards him after what he said… but Bdubs and Etho were right, it was just speculation, nothing was certain or confirmed…

Scar rolled his eyes, "you know what I mean." He huffed and lifted himself off the pillar. "It just… seems suspicious right?" He muttered and looked at Bdubs.

But Bdubs didn't have time to reply.

Finally the doors to the castle opened, leaving the castle was Grian, in a semi fancy outfit.

Before Scar could say anything, Grian spoke up. "Where is the play?" He asked in a monotonous voice.

Scar was caught off guard by Grian conversing with him, let alone starting a conversation with him… he opened and closed his mouth a few times before replying. "T-Town Square." He replied with a stutter.

Bdubs came up beside Scar, patting him on the back in somewhat of a way to snap him out of whatever daze he was in. "And! Our friends from school will be there! You'll get to meet them. We'll introduce them when they show up." He said with a cheery laugh, doing a better job at masking than Scar was.

Scar swallowed and nodded, "y-yeah! Let's get going, I don't wanna be late." He said soft voice, he hesitated but offered his hand out to Grian.

Grian looked at Scar's hand before looking at Scar. "I'm fine. Thank you." The Chromia Princess then walked past Scar, down the stairs into the village.

Scar sighed in… relief? Disappointment? Annoyance? He wasn't sure, maybe all three of them. He then turned and followed behind Grian, he desperately wanted to ask about the letter from the earlier day… but he couldn't, it would only make things worse. Grian had just now started talking to him again, if Scar brought up the envelope it would be a few hundred steps back.

When the three Princes arrived in Town Square, Impulse, Skizz, and Tango were already waiting there for them, they were saving seats for them all.

Skizz perked up as he saw the royals. "Hey! Over here! We saved seats!" He called, a big smile on his face. His shout had startled Tango just a tad, almost making him slip off his seat.

Scar smiled and looked at Grian as they approached the three friends. "Grian, these are our friends. This is Impulse." He said as he gestured to Impulse.

Impulse stretched his hand out to Grian. "Great to meet you, Grian. I've heard lots about you." He said with a calm voice.

Scar watched as Grian shook Impulse's hand, he noticed the way Grian glanced at him when Impulse mentioned that he was spoken about often. "It's good to meet you as well…" the Chromia Prince said lowly.

Scar then swiftly moved on before Impulse could say anything else. "This is Skizz." When Scar was motioning to Skizz, his friend lunged forward and grabbed a hold of Grian's hand.

"Wow! After all this time and this is the first we meet you? Kinda crazy if you ask me!" Skizz laughed and looked intently at Grian. "You're not exactly what I expected you'd be, but ya'know, I think this version fits you better!" He commented and patted Grian's hand before letting it go.

Grian seemed to be caught off guard by the sheer energy from Skizz that he struggled to respond for a bit. "Th-thank you…?" He muttered and rubbed his hand.

Scar took a deep breath before looking at the last but certainly not least friend. "This is Tango, he's the newest to Tinkerer." He introduced motioning to the bright blond haired teen.

Tango reached forward his hand to Grian. "It's good to meet ya!" He greeted the Prince with a small dip of his head.

The calmer greeting from Tango was definitely appropriate by Grian, that was evident enough. Grian shook Tango's hand and nodded to him. "Same to you." He replied and then took his hand back. "Is the play going to start…?" He asked quietly and sat down, next to Scar which it looked like he tried to avoid but it was the only free spot.

Scar scooted to make more room for Grian. No, to get further from Grian. "Yeah, it'll start soon I believe." He looked at the stage and watched as the lights dimmed down.

Scar felt eyes on him and turned over to his friends, he saw Bdubs, Tango and Skizz whispering to one another. When the three noticed Scar looking at them they panicked and looked forward at the beginning of the play.

That was very confusing. Somewhat concerning too. Scar leaned over to Impulse and whispered in his ear. "What is happening over there…?"

Impulse kept his gaze forward as not to draw attention to the whispering. "I don't know… I say not to pay attention to it… they just are whispering…" he whispered back at Scar. "Let's just enjoy the play, yes?" He muttered, taking a small glance at Scar.

Scar hummed and frowned a bit, he turned back to the play and watched. From the corner of his eye, he saw Grian looking at him. He turned to Grian and smiled weakly, which promptly made the Chromia Prince turn away and stare at the play.

Pressing his lips together with a bit of worry, Scar tried to focus again on the play. It was a play of Romeo and Juliet. And for a small… minuscule of a moment Scar could see himself and Grian in the main characters…

When the play had finished, some of the locals came around to greet and pay respects to the royals. Grian seemed to easily slip into a formal attire and begin to treat the locals like the Prince he was.

Scar, who wasn't far from Grian, took more of a casual approach to it, shaking the townsfolk's hands and asking more about them. These were going to be his people after all, he should know the names of the people here. Scar noticed one person approaching him and Grian, someone that Scar didn't seem to recognized… which was strange since Scar knew almost everyone here.

"Well it's a good thing I stayed behind for a show." The man laughed, a smirk on his face as he looked between Scar and Grian, mostly looking at Grian. Despite Scar not even touching Grian, he could feel the Chromia Prince shift with uneasiness. Nothing was evidently wrong, but something wasn't right.

The man was wearing a large hat on his head, a long black coat with a white jumper under the coat. He had dark brown eyes with a beard on his chin and above his lip. His hair was a medium length and brown, but most of it was tied up in the back. The man stood tall, looking down at the teens before he took a small bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you both." He clearly said in a low voice.

Scar swallowed weakly and then cleared his throat. "It's good to meet you as well. I don't think I've seen you around… Are you… new to Tinkerer?" He asked as he dipped his head in respect to the man. "What's your name?"

The man chuckled and smiled, standing up straight again. "Oh just a passerby. I wasn't going to stay tonight, but when I heard a play was going on, I just had to be here." He said, his voice was very low and unreadable for much emotion other than the ones he wanted to show. Scar noticed that he had completely ignored the question about his name.

Grian shifted again, this time he became closer to Scar. That was unusual. "Well, I hope you enjoyed the show. It was nice to meet you." Grian replied, his voice sounded as if he was trying not to let it shake.

Scar frowned a bit and looked at the man, he expected the man to leave, the invitation was given when Grian looked past him at the people behind him. But the man still stood in front of them.

"So what brings you to Tinkerer, Prince Grian?" The man asked as he leaned forward to Grian.

Scar blinked in slight shock. The man knew Prince Grian… but he was just a passerby in Tinkerer…? That didn't make… a whole lot of sense to Scar…

Grian took a little step back, which was now getting closer to Scar, he was almost in front of the Chromia Prince. "I… I'm just here to spend the summer with the Clocker Family." Grian replied, fiddling with his hands.

The man smiled, and Scar could have sworn he saw sharp canine teeth in the man's mouth. "Isn't that sweet? I'm sure you two have hit it off quite well then." He pointed to the Princes, his smile lingering on his face in a strange way. Before either Scar or Grian could protest against what the man had said, he went on. "I'm sure everyone here is thrilled to be meeting you both." He said then reached out his hand out for a shake. "I know I was."

Scar hesitated, but he reached forward and shook the man's hand. "It's always a pleasure to meet the townsfolk here." He said and gave the man a firm handshake before letting go.

Scar flinched a bit as Grian pressed into his side the moment the man held his hand out for Grian's hand. Scar didn't move though, he stood firm and beside Grian. He could see that Grian didn't want to shake the man's hand for some reason or another, but he eventually reached forward and shook his hand.

Scar could feel Grian tense and flinch as the man grasped Grian's hand with both of his hands, pulling him forward a tad. "Oh please, the pleasure is all mine, your highnesses…" he whispered, his voice changed a bit, a bit more gravely with a sound that sounded like a dog growl… but Scar dismissed it as soon as he let go of Grian's hand and left the line without letting the two respond.

Scar looked at the new people as they began to approach, and he expected Grian to regain his formal composure, but the Prince stayed at his side, his chest rising and falling.

The look in Grian's eyes when Scar turned his head to look at him was almost haunting, as if Grian was lost in his own mind. He didn't look okay either, he was paler… something told him that this wasn't right…

Scar looked at the people then put his hand up with a small smile. "One moment please!" He said kindly before stepping in front of the people and turning to Grian. "Gri? Are you alright? You don't look so good…" he whispered, glancing at the people as they began to whisper. When Scar looked back at Grian, he could tell that the Chromia Prince was holding and rubbing the hand that the man had been holding.

Grian swallowed and stared at the ground. "I-… I don't know I-… I think I … I think we need to leave…" he whispered in response to Scar, his voice was shaky, and it looked like Grian's mouth was dry.

Usually, Scar would banter with Grian and pester him about why he wanted to leave so early. But something didn't seem right to Scar to do that… Scar noticed the way Grian said 'we'. Grian wasn't just thinking about himself in that moment.

Scar frowned and nodded, he then stood in front of Grian, one arm out and holding the Chromia Prince. He kept Grian close behind him, as if he was going to lose him, he then looked towards the people, the frown that was on his face before was masked with a bright smile. "Sorry folks! We've gotta get back to the castle! You know how it is with curfews and such!" Scar laughed then glanced over at Bdubs who was doing his own meet and greet, mostly entertaining children and playing with them. "Brother! It's curfew." He called to Bdubs.

Bdubs looked up from where he was, sitting in the floor with a flower crown on his head and flowers and leaves sticking out from his hair where children had stuck them. Bdubs frowned and raised an eyebrow at Scar. "What? We don't-"

"Come on, we can't let Lord Etho waiting." Scar interrupted Bdubs then glanced at Impulse and Skizz for support.

Impulse immediately got the cue and walked over to Grian while Skizz went to Bdubs to help him up. "Come on, Double Down! You heard Scar! Time to head back!" He said as he lifted Bdubs on his feet and began walking with him and Tango to the rest of the group.

Scar stayed behind Impulse and Grian, he watched as the two had a quiet conversation, but he couldn't make out what the two were saying. Just as he began to listen to what they were saying… "black out…" "overwhelmed…" from Grian, and "safe…" "deep breaths…" from Impulse… Bdubs came up beside him and bumped his shoulder.

"Dude, what's going on? We don't have a curfew." Bdubs pointed out and frowned at Scar.

The leaves and flowers in his brother's hair would usually make Scar giggle, but for some reason Scar found no amusement in the messiness… the only thing Scar's mind was focusing on was why Grian had acted so strangely… "Grian wasn't feeling good, he asked to go back and not draw attention to it." He replied to Bdubs. Scar wasn't sure why he decided to lie, only telling a sliver of the truth to Bdubs… but he did. Something told him that it wasn't important for Bdubs to hear, especially when it seemed so unimportant…

There was nothing wrong with the man that Scar and Grian had met. He was kind, polite, and friendly. He only got close to shake their hands, but even then he didn't cross any boundaries… unless taking Grian's hand in both of his hands counted as a boundary crossed…

It made Grian uncomfortable. That counts as a boundary crossed.

Scar thought back to the man, a growing rage built up inside of his chest, something that he only semi recognized as when he got angry at other kids when they picked on Bdubs…

Bdubs seemed to believe Scar, which made Scar feel good and guilty at the same time. He didn't want to lie to Bdubs, but this didn't feel right to tell. Maybe when things calm down and Scar could laugh at the whole situation, he'd tell Bdubs. But until then, as far as Scar would have it, this stayed between Scar and Grian…