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6. Somewhere it’s always time for tea- Original-"Teatime"
Title:Teatime
Day/Theme:6. Somewhere it’s always time for tea
Series: Original
Character/Pairing:a prince and his wife
Rating: G
Words: 381
Teatime
Prince Flynn’s favorite time of the day was teatime. Teatime was something his wife insisted on, and he loved her for it. That was when he was allowed to turn back from adventuring and stop babysitting his brother for the day.
Three in the afternoon could never come fast enough. Particularly on days like today, where Reginald was being extra foolish in his questing. Reginald wanted to hunt for swans for the challenge of it. The swans were winning.
“Oh would you look at the time!” Flynn exclaimed as he looked at his watch. “We’d better head back if I want to be home in time for tea!”
“Can’t you skip it today?” Reginald asked. “Get back here, accursed swan!”
“No can do Reg, Rina would never forgive me.”
Flynn headed back to the castle as fast as his horse could carry him. At the final stretch, he jumped his horse over the garden hedge. His wife was waiting for him, by her usual spot at the little table for two by the red roses.
“Am I late, Rina?” he asked with a grin.
She smiled warmly and removed the stray leaves from his hair. “No dear, you’re right on time, like always.”
Thank God.
“Come sit. You and dear Samson must be tired.” She put her hands on the horse’s forehead and gave him a carrot. “Thank you for bringing him home safely, Samson.”
Flynn leaned back in his chair and sipped the tea. Ah, the simple pleasantries of a warm drink, a sweet treat and stimulating conversation.
“Flynn! Must you always drink tea at exactly three?” Reginald asked as he trampled through the garden.
Flynn didn’t even want to know how Reginald had gotten that poor flailing fish trapped in his hat. “Yes, Reginald, I must.”
“You’re a tyrant, Miss Galarina.”
Rina smiled sweetly. “I prefer the term benevolent dictator, thank you. Besides, you see Flynn all morning. I am his wife, so I am entitled to some time with him, which by the way, you are interrupting.”
“Oh fine then!” Reginald said as he led his horse away.
“This is the only sane part of my day,” Flynn whispered in her ear. “I’d never miss it, no matter what we are hunting for. This is my treasure.”
Day/Theme:6. Somewhere it’s always time for tea
Series: Original
Character/Pairing:a prince and his wife
Rating: G
Words: 381
Teatime
Prince Flynn’s favorite time of the day was teatime. Teatime was something his wife insisted on, and he loved her for it. That was when he was allowed to turn back from adventuring and stop babysitting his brother for the day.
Three in the afternoon could never come fast enough. Particularly on days like today, where Reginald was being extra foolish in his questing. Reginald wanted to hunt for swans for the challenge of it. The swans were winning.
“Oh would you look at the time!” Flynn exclaimed as he looked at his watch. “We’d better head back if I want to be home in time for tea!”
“Can’t you skip it today?” Reginald asked. “Get back here, accursed swan!”
“No can do Reg, Rina would never forgive me.”
Flynn headed back to the castle as fast as his horse could carry him. At the final stretch, he jumped his horse over the garden hedge. His wife was waiting for him, by her usual spot at the little table for two by the red roses.
“Am I late, Rina?” he asked with a grin.
She smiled warmly and removed the stray leaves from his hair. “No dear, you’re right on time, like always.”
Thank God.
“Come sit. You and dear Samson must be tired.” She put her hands on the horse’s forehead and gave him a carrot. “Thank you for bringing him home safely, Samson.”
Flynn leaned back in his chair and sipped the tea. Ah, the simple pleasantries of a warm drink, a sweet treat and stimulating conversation.
“Flynn! Must you always drink tea at exactly three?” Reginald asked as he trampled through the garden.
Flynn didn’t even want to know how Reginald had gotten that poor flailing fish trapped in his hat. “Yes, Reginald, I must.”
“You’re a tyrant, Miss Galarina.”
Rina smiled sweetly. “I prefer the term benevolent dictator, thank you. Besides, you see Flynn all morning. I am his wife, so I am entitled to some time with him, which by the way, you are interrupting.”
“Oh fine then!” Reginald said as he led his horse away.
“This is the only sane part of my day,” Flynn whispered in her ear. “I’d never miss it, no matter what we are hunting for. This is my treasure.”