Rainbow Comet Chapter 15

I truly was loved too much tonight.

Boreas

I, Boreas Everfrost the third, am stuck.

It was bound to happen at one of these banquets.

The ladies did seem to be extra aggressive tonight after Flynn left, and who could complain about such love and care?

I suck in my breath, trying to move again, but I’m truly wedged. Far more than I would have expected I could get without noticing.

Then again, I was upset after Flynn left, and perhaps I coped by focusing in on the banquet.

Thankfully, I was able to hide my condition by waving everyone away and telling my father I wished to be alone, and getting the mushroom guard to exit.

But now…

I wiggle again, but my body doesn’t move a milimeter. The arms of the chair dig in so hard they hurt. My legs feel heavy.

I try not to think about such things, because they are the duty of a king, but when did I get so godsdamned fat that I can’t get out of my own chair on my own?

I’m strong, can’t I use magic?

But as I try, little sparks light the air disappointingly, going out instantly like flames with no gas.

I have granted too many wishes.

I wish Flynn were here.

Then again, maybe I don’t. He seemed embarrassed by me tonight. Embarrassed by the women. Was he mad that I said he was a guard? I would tell everyone I was madly in love with him if he would let me.

I think I would turn the world upside down.

But he has made it clear that these are his secrets, and he intends to go back to his world.

If we keep this going after, I’m sure it would only be through secrets.

Though I would make sure any queen would be fine with it. My father always believed that such things should be arranged with care, since marriages in our kind are more about diplomacy than sexuality.

Even now, I bet Flynn’s waiting in my room, looking sexy and disheveled, scarlet hair splayed on my velvet pillows, looking so right there I want to keep him there forever.

Maybe I get to top tonight. Then I frown, remembering he said he would be asleep. That’s code for ‘I don’t want you tonight, Boreas,’ I suppose.

Then I laugh, realizing there’s nothing I could do to him anyway. I can’t even get out of my chair.

I truly was loved too much tonight. So much admiration goes a long way.

The hall is empty and echoes ominously as footsteps outside go this way or that.

I’m sure a mushroom guard would assist me if I asked, but I don’t much feel like asking one right now.

I’m enjoying the solitude, the silence.

And such a thing would be too embarrassing to countenance.

Prince Boreas, stuck in a chair.

I lean forward, but the chair is too heavy to come with me. My stomach groans and the pain makes me stop.

I’ll just wait and digest a little. Still, it makes no sense, stuck in a chair. I must just be weakened from all the wishes.

Then I remember it has been harder and harder to get up lately, and I do like to lean to the right or left, which tends to get me wedged. And it’s hard to move my weight around much at all when I’m not magically gifted. Flynn often has to help me to bed.

I’m sure my kingly heft will calm down after the initial adjustment. And I’ll shrink considerably after my first shift to defend the kingdom, but for now…

I wiggle again, and the chair creaks ominously, pinching at my sides, holding me back, digging in half a foot at each side.

Godsdamnit.

I eye the clock on the wall, ad decide I’ll just wait until I shrink a little. Or get my strength back and break this godsdamned chair.

It just…didn’t feel the same at the banquet without Flynn there. It doesn’t feel the same to have eaten now.

I miss him so much it hurts and it makes me wonder what will happen after this.

These past few weeks have been bliss. So safe and so happy.

I lean back in the chair and try not to groan at the pinching sensation any time I move, that feels like I’m going to burst.

For now, all I can do is wait.

But I do wish he were here.