✔𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈

Chapter 183: An Infantile Perspective

I don't like the bright light.

Papa doesn't like the mean light as well, so I always see him hugging mama closer so he can continue sleeping.

Sometimes I get the feeling Aria doesn't like taking long naps beside me because she likes to kick me, and mama always tells her not to since it's not a very nice thing to do.

Or maybe perhaps it was Aria's leg that woke me up, not the mean light coming from the window—or that yellow shiny ball way past the window.

Mama! Mama! Please look down here. I'm hungry. Please feed me. I'm sorry I wake you up every morning causing quite a fuss, but my tummy feels empty.

I love papa very much, but he seems to be fond of hogging mama away. But now mama begins to stand up, and I agree with papa. Mama is a very lovely sight to see indeed. Maybe once I grow up, I'll look very handsome too like papa?

Though I'm afraid mama doesn't want me to grow up. And she doesn't like how other girls look at papa in the same way she looks at papa either.

Oh, thank you, mama. Again, I'm so sorry for–wait, mama's smiling. Did I make you smile despite me waking you up at six o'clock? Good job, self. Mama deserves more.

H-hey, stop touching my toes, mama! That tickles! I am not wearing my socks yet!

"Why, good morning, little love."

Good morning to you too! Did you sleep well, mama? I hope you did. Please don't tire yourself out with the strange papers from mister Kai.

That's not a very healthy habit. Aria and I wants to see more of you and papa, please take care of yourselves like you take care of us.

Mama giggled, "Why the wide eyes, my baby prince?"

I just love staring at your face, mama. You're a very pretty girl next to Auntie Anna. I'm very proud to have your eyes. Papa calls me your exact male copy, and I shall consider that as a compliment. You're the prettiest woman for me, mama. Please know that. Papa says that sometimes you don't think that you're.. Uh.. bee-yoo-tee-ful, whatever that hard word is. But do know that you are.

Mmh. I like it when you play with my hair, mama. It's the same color like yours, isn't it? The kind nannies makes my hair especially fluffy.

Yawn~ I don't know now what awoke me. My tummy, the rude light, or Aria's leg.

Oh-oh! Mama I'm full. I think it's the part where you raise me up to your shoulder so I can—oh gosh, sorry for staining your dress, mama. I think I drank too much milk again.

"Let's get your mouth cleaned up, snowflake," Okay mama, whatever you say, "There. Do you want to sleep some more Chandler love?"

No! I don't want to go back to bed. Please don't put me down mama and tell me a story or something. I like being with you. You're warm like my favorite pillow. Uncle Olaf's right... You're the nicest, gentlest, warmest person ever.

"Well you do look ready for today... Let's walk around the castle, I don't think mama can sleep some more too."

Yay! Thank you mama.

Personally, I think mama's very brave. These so called halls are dark in early hours, but mama looks fine, happy even. I can tell she likes carrying me and Aria around, but I know she misses papa quickly.

Let me tell you, mama and papa love each other very much. If anyone will ask me, papa's favorite thing to do is kissing mama, hugging mama, holding mama, telling mama that she's pretty, and helping mama with her work. But I think they share the same job—which doesn't look easy at all. Gulp.

"Having a nice flight, Cyra?"

"I'll be very frank with you, absolutely not. My wings are on the brink of turning into ice cubes and the snow's getting into my feathers and nerves!"

"You can always land by the hearth, silly bird," Mama laughs.

Miss Cyra is one of papa's best friends, and I consider her as one of mine, too. She's a bit too serious sometimes, especially towards Captain Lars, but she's a really nice bird. She guards me and Aria at certain occasions too, and for that, she deserves lots of crackers.

"How's the little tyke?"

"He's doing fine, aren't you, my winter bear?"

Yawn.

"I'm afraid he's still warming up," Mama chuckles, massaging my small hand with two soft fingers, "This troublemaker just woke up a few moments ago, I'm merely taking him out for some fresh air by the window sill. He loves seeing the snow outside," And you bet I do!

"Carry on then. I must pay the fireplace a visit now. See you around."

"Right back at you," And our trip to our favorite spot in the castle continues.

Ooh! I can smell something tasty... Coming from the kitchens, I suppose? Maybe Lady Guinette and Mister Leonardo are making breakfast for mama and the others already. They sure are hard working.

It's sad I'm not allowed to eat anything yet besides milk, but I can't wait to have teeth. I'm sure growing those wouldn't hurt the slightest bit. Uh-uh.

"Now what do we have here this fine winter morning? Good morning to you two."

G-grandma, I love you very much, but I want to see the snow already.

"Mama Helena, hi."

"And what is this beautiful boy doing up so early?" Grandma poked my cheek gently, "Where's the other one?"

"Heavy sleeper like her father."

"I see. Where are you both off to?"

"By the window sill in our favorite parlor. Chandler loves to see the snow outside—I have tried conjuring some for him, but  he tends to disapprove," Mama caresses my chin, and she smiled at grandma's pet.

"And greetings to you too, Charlie."

"This ecstatic pup," Grandma shook her head, "Charlie literally clambered up to my side and barked the living daylights out of me with his desperation to take a walk outside. That's why I'm so bundled up."

"Well I heard Mister Gundersen has a dog of his own, too," Mama playfully bantered.

"Oh shush," Grandma waved her hand, "The collaboration first, the dates second. Do continue your little trip, I'm afraid Charlie's the one taking me for a walk and not the opposite situation."

"Ah yes. See you around."

Finally.
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The snow!

"Beautiful smile you got there, my baby prince."

O-oh, thank you, mama.

"It's a good thing Aria isn't awake yet, I must admit. She isn't as fond of winter like you," Mama raises me up, "Here, so you can have a better view."

You're a better view, mama.

"Not my nose, little love. Don't grab mama's nose."

Oh, okay. Sorry. Maybe I can touch your hand instead? Yes, yes I can most definitely. Look, mama... My hand is next to yours. I know my hand is very small, but I know I can still hold yours—er, I try.

You can always tell what I'm trying to tell you, right, mama?

"I love you too."

Yes, yes you can.

To be continued
on the chapter...