Chapter 35: Chapter 33

Peter

 

Peter put on a cream linen shirt with his dark blue trousers, together with his sister's crocheted vest. He also was wearing her necklace, like as many bracelets as fit on his wrists. Some of them were his own, but he had borrowed most of them from Julia's jewelry box. He still liked her jewelry best, even though he now owned his own. Then he started to take care of his hair. He had found a beautiful pearl hair clip in Julia's jewelry box, with which he held his top hair together at the back of his head.

Perfect!

He was ready to go into battle.

And he looked awesome!

Someone should capture this moment in a painting! The tragic Hero has put on his armor and is preparing to face the dragons!

He took one last look at his reflection, he looked really good, then made his way to the ballroom where he would meet Babette, her stepmother, his mother, and the wedding planner. Babette's father and Peter's father stayed out of the more detailed wedding plans.

The hero faces a total of four female dragons! It will be a tough battle, but in the end the good, ME!, will win!

If he were a wizard, he could save himself all the trouble... But he wasn't a magician. And Babette was not the princess of his dreams. She was a dragon! And princesses did not appear in his dreams... Well, sometimes he dreamed of going on an adventure trip with Julia. In this respect, there was a princess in his dreams. But only one. In his last dream, they had jumped from cloud to cloud together, looking for treasures up in the sky. Until a storm cloud with the inscription 'Cloud Nine' blocked their way. Babette had sat on the cloud and pelted him with sausages. The dream was so absurd that he woke up before sunrise and could not fall asleep again.

When he arrived at the ballroom, the four dragons were sitting at a small coffee table that had been set up, especially for the meeting, and were chatting over coffee and pastries.

"Peter," his mother smiled. "There you are. Sit with us." She did not comment on his clothes. However, she looked at him warningly.

The reactions of the other dragons were much more interesting. Babette's stepmother widened her eyes, Babette looked downright disgusted and the wedding planner, Mrs. Groß, he remembered her name, looked at him with her mouth open. In the meantime, Babette had put on a fake smile and was batting her eyelashes. "You came at the right time," she said. "Mrs. Groß has just arrived."

Peter sat down on the last free chair, right next to Babette, and smiled at the wedding planner. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard only good things about you. I dream of a wedding with frogs as a theme! Or what do you think of dragons? My favorite color is dark brown."

Mrs. Groß blinked in amazement. "Frogs? Dragons? Brown?"

"Yes. Brown is such a cheerful color. Don't you agree? I think white is very sad. Babette?" he gave her his most loving smile. "You're wearing a brown wedding dress, aren't you?"

"This is the first time I've heard about this." Babette's stepmother looked at the queen. Babette, on the other hand, was boiling with anger, but she managed well to hide it. "I'm not going to tell you what my dress looks like. That brings bad luck," she replied. "And I don't like frogs. They are so slimy. And why dragons? Dragons are out of the question. Surely that was just a joke, wasn't it?"

"I thought your favorite color was blue," his mother replied. Then she turned to Babette. "What do you have in mind, dear?"

"A wedding in white, of course. With white flowers and romantic decoration," Babette replied. "I would love to get married in the snow. How about snow as a theme?"

The wedding planner nodded. "It would be possible to decorate the hall with snowflakes made of paper, ceramics, or glass. I can also imagine white panels of fabric."

"I'm definitely against white!" announced Peter. "White makes me sad."

"You're wearing white." The queen pointed to his clothes.

"Well, today is a sad day," he replied. "I don't even get a beautiful, solemn, brown dragon wedding!"

"I don't have anything with dragons in my program..." Mrs. Groß looked at Babette's mother for help.

"My little one should get her dream wedding, right," she replied, looking lovingly at her stepdaughter. “Beige ribbons on the candle holders? That comes close to brown, doesn't it?"

Babette shook her head. "No. Everything should be white."

"I like Babette's idea." The queen placed her hands on her lap. "I'm sure Peter agrees to a snow wedding. After all, it would make Babette happy."

"Of course, mother." Peter took a biscuit with a smile and chewed it intentionally with his mouth open. Then he let the four dragons continue planning alone. His only contribution was the loud chewing of cookies, which irritated the four dragons. His mother looked angry... Peter smiled.

After about three hours, the first conversation was over and the four dragons arranged another appointment for further planning and arrangements. When the guests had left, the queen took her son aside.

"What was that about, Peter?" she wanted to know. Her eyes sparkled angrily. "What was the point of these absurd ideas? And is that your sister's vest? And also her jewelry? And then the cookies! You embarrassed us! Luckily, Babette and her stepmother overlooked it!"

Peter crossed his arms. "I don't want to marry Babette, mother!"

"It's not about what you want, it's about what's good for the crown! A marriage with Babette is an advantage. It's your job to represent the crown! As a decent prince. Not as a fool!"

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"I'm not a fool, mother." Now he was angry. "But when we're on the subject of fools. Who is making a fool of themself? You or me? Are you interested in what your children want? Did you ask Julia what she wanted? Julia never wanted a servant, but neither you nor Cleo and Lea left her a choice! And she didn't want to go to the academy."

"And what are you talking about now? Are you putting on this theatre because you didn't become a magician?"

"That's not what it's about!" Peter leaned against the wall of the ballroom. "That has nothing to do with the academy."

"Not? So that's what it's all about, isn't it? I had no control over who inherited magic from my children and who doesn't! Your place is not at the Academy! Your place is next to Babette!"

"Next to Babette?", hissed Peter. "My place will never be next to Babette!"

"You will marry Babette. And stop wearing your sister's things! You're not a girl!" The queen shook her head. "Your older siblings never caused me such trouble!"

"That's not all Julia's. I also own jewelry and that's none of your business. May I remind you that Paul left because of you?"

"Paul left because he's a fool. He was a disappointment! And now put on something neat!" The queen left the ballroom and left the angry Peter standing there alone.

Peter slid along the wall and sat down on the cold floor. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

A disappointment.

Did she also see him as a disappointment?

Because he had no magic?

Because he didn't do what she wanted?

Because he had other wishes?

 

Julia

 

Julia slept until the next morning. She hadn't done her homework. But she was well rested. At breakfast, she talked to Leopold about the various herbs that grew in his homeland from which the elves made teas and ointments. Finn and Marko had both overslept and were still sitting at the breakfast table in their pajamas. Marko made Finn laugh with silly jokes. Sophie was not hungry and had retired to the living room to knit.

"My parents sell ointments from their own products in their shop," Leopold said. "And also some of the vegetables I grew. We have always harvested more than we can eat ourselves. Especially pumpkins grow well in our garden."

"That sounds nice." Julia smeared honey on a bun. "You certainly miss your parents."

"And the shop. And our big garden, yes." He smiled. "We have a lot of people as customers. Business is going very well. My home village is next to a city of humans, so my parents' shop has never been short of customers. Well… If you can call it next too. The village is deep inside the wood, but humans still come to us. There is always plenty to do. Not everyone can afford the services of healers."

He was right. The cost of hospitalization was very high and even healers who ran smaller practices took a lot of money for their services.

"I couldn't do that," Marko intervened in the conversation. "Standing in a store all day or making ointments. That sounds boring."

"It wasn't boring. I enjoyed it very much," Leopold contradicted.

Finn made himself a loaf of bread with salami. "I always wanted to sell my own clothes. But that is unlikely to happen. And I wanted to travel the world!"

"I didn't know you were so adventurous," Marko said in surprise.

"I wouldn't say adventurous," Finn objected. "But I'd love to see different places."

"That can certainly be arranged," Julia reflected. "I also want to see other places. The elven capital, for example."

As Julia made her way to class, she wondered what it would be like to travel the world. See distant places, meet new people, experience foreign cultures, make friends...

It sounded great. It sounded like an adventure.

She would like an adventure.

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