Austen Frinton-Smith & Jasmine Gold
He observed the girl as her cheeks flushed. He gave her a cheeky little smile to hide his embarrassment and tried to push away the thought so he wouldn’t become overwhelmed again.
‘Yes, reading is one of my favourite things to do actually.’ He gave a little smile. They had something in common and that was nice. Some of these girls didn’t have anything in common with him and that didn’t help with connection really. Though I guess reading wasn’t too much of a useful skill. ‘I just love it. It makes me feel like I’m in a different world, like I can put all of my worries behind me.’ She added on with a little smile plastered across her face. “Exactly.” He said not wanting to add too much to let her see through him. But reading did make him feel disconnected from the real world sometimes. It was nice to not have to think about being the Prince for a bit and just be Austen.
‘I know this may seem kind of weird, but I like fighting. I practice karate almost every day, it’s actually fun.’ He crooked his face a little. “So are you telling me that I should stay away if youre mad?” He joked around a little. It was pretty cool that she knew how to defend herself, but would that come in handy with the rebels or just make her want to protect people? He brushed the thought aside and places his arms on the table in front of him. “All jokes aside, that’s pretty neat. Not something many girls would do. Shows bravery” He gave her a little smile before leaning back in his chair.
She started talking about food which led to her talking about cooking. How many of these girls could cook? It’s not like the skill would ever come in handy. “Well the chefs here in the castle are quite amazing and the food they make is so delicious” He gave her a little grin. “Though I would love to, there is no real reason for me to ever learn how to cook because I have the amazing chefs” He said a bit apologetically. He didn’t want to let her down but he also didn’t want to learn something that would not be useful to him.
She changed the subject and he pondered the question for a second. “To be honest with you, it’s quite overwhelming. Meeting 35 girls in 1 day and expecting to think about that they may be my wife is quite scary.” He decided to leave the show that happened out of the sentence. “What about you peanut? How are you enjoying your morning so far?” He asks. A couple of the girls looked tired and liked they just wanted to sleep, which was almost how he was feeling. And a couple of the girls looked extremely excited to meet him. And some… were still in shock of what happened, but he didn’t blame them. Scary was one way to put it.
Austen Frinton-Smith & Kendall Rosetta
He watched as the girl got a little upset again. He couldn’t blame her, but she did need to learn and it seemed like she was getting at that. He was glad that she understood on how she needed to act, but he still wasn’t quite sure if that’s how she would be in the future.
“You’ve eaten snails? Is that a normal thing? I didn’t know some people ate them!” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl sitting in front of him. She seemed really grossed out, and he was too. “Actually, a lot of people eat them. I just had to be polite, so I ate it. Never eating that again” He said with a little laugh and shook his head. That was one food he refused to eat. He leaned back in seat again.
He smiled as she talked about her 13th birthday party. He could barely remember his. The few things he could remember were just someone telling him about the new duties that he’d need to start doing. He wasn’t even too sure if his father congratulated him for making it to 13. He was pretty sure, however, that one of the chefs made him an astonishing cake. It had small designs and patterns such as little crowns, a fox, and it was all different shades of blue. He didn’t want to bore her with his little story so instead he says, “That’s so cool. Your mother must really love you, and I’m sure she loves you as well. Do you have any siblings?”
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