Ellis had no sign of complaint on his face, or in his body language as Prince Zephyr took his hand and got on one of his knees. In fact, he was smiling and his eyes shone with approval at the action. He had expected the Prince to try to put him in his "place" and prepared to lash at him verbally, but was pleasantly surprised when he began to treat him as if he was the royal one amongst the two. He was silent as he listened to the blonde. He couldn't believe his luck. To think that their Prince was actually quite submissive and polite. It only served to make Ellis smile more. If he played his cards right, he could be living extravagantly before he knew it! His eyes shone brighter at the mention of a gift after Zephyr stood up once more. Maybe he could just get all of the expensive things his heart desired and live that way. He'd be quite content with that if being Queen didn't work out.
"Oh, you don't have to worry. I'll definitely tell you my thoughts," he assured with a slight wave of his hand.
"Until eight o'clock, then," he bid the Prince farewell, turning on his heel and stalking off as if he was on top of the world. As soon as he was out of the Prince's sight, he booked it home, maneuvering around other commoners and shouting out apologies over his shoulder. By the time that he made it home, he was panting heavily, grip loose on the basket that he was carrying. He was surprised to see all of his food still in the basket. Slowly, he made his way inside his small, cozy home, announcing his arrival.
"Welcome home, dear! You sure took longer than I expected. What held you up?" His mother responded, coming out of the kitchen and towards him with a towel wiping away at her hands. She took away the basket and began to make her way back with Ellis in town.
"The Prince himself stopped me and invited me for dinner," he explained, not beating around the bush even a little bit. He watched as his mother froze, stiffly turning towards him. Her eyes were wide in shock and disbelief.
"...Say again?"
"Prince Zephyr invited me to dinner..."
It was silent for a moment, and the air felt tense. Like a bomb was getting ready to explode.
And, oh, did it
explode.
"Oh, my God!" She exclaimed loudly, startling her son.
"We've got to get you super posh for your date!" She squealed, eyes shining like the stars during the night and hands clasped together eagerly.
"M-Mom! Don't call it that! It's just dinner!" Ellis squawked, eyes widening to portray just how mortified he was that those words came out of his mother's mouth. A
date?! Wasn't that taking it a little too far? They
had just met, after all. They couldn't already be going on dates, right?
"No, no, that is totally a date! I am going to make you look like the most beautiful little thing that was born on this Earth and you'll have his heart no time!" His mother insisted to keep calling his outing a date, and it was starting to cause his face to burn slightly. From embarrassment or something else, he wasn't quite sure.
"...So you're just going to make me more beautiful than I already am?" Ellis questioned with a raised eyebrow and a small, smug smirk.
"Geez, Mom, we don't want to give the poor Prince a heart attack," he teased, smirk growing in size and smugness.
"Well, we need to take his breath away, to say the least! Dear, he'll be all over you," his mother stated with her own smirk, eyes gleaming in a way that worried Ellis. Why did he tell his mother about this? Why didn't he just said that he ended up getting sidetracked on the way back home? Now look what he's gotten himself into.
"...You're a lot more into this than I imagined..." He stated in a tentative voice, frowning slightly and furrowing his eyebrows as he regarded his mother with a suspicious look. He hoped that it would make her let up just a bit.
"Of course, have you seen that boy?! He's practically an idol!"
"Jesus—Mom!" The blonde squawked once more, dragging a hand down his face in flustered annoyance. But that didn't stop his mom once bit.
"You two are going to look soooo cute! I want tons of stories from you!" She continued to gush, apparently ignorant to how all of this was affecting her son.
"God, whatever you say, Mom! Just—stop talking about it, please," he begged.
"Aww ~ Is my little boy nervous?" She cooed in a teasing manner.
"Me? Nervous? Hmph, absolutely not! If anyone were nervous, it would most likely be the Prince!" Ellis stated in a haughty tone, crossing his arms and throwing his head into the air. Him being nervous was a laughable thing because it wasn't something that
existed. His mother should know of this by now. Ellis Snow doesn't even know what's the
meaning of being nervous.
"Then, tell me, dear, why is your face so red?" So she had noticed his flustered state.
Ellis was quick to defend himself.
"B-Because... You keep on saying embarrassing things!" He spluttered, whipping around to half-heartedly glare at his mother.
"Oh, no, no, you just really like him, don't you?"
Ellis' mouth gaped open and close like a fish as he tried to come up with a suitable answer.
"N-No, I—That's it! I'm going to go change!" Finally fed up, the blonde threw his arms up in a surrender and turned on his heel, marching his way towards his room while muttering under his breath. His face was still burning, but he could care less about that right now. As long as he looked normal by the time that eight came around, he would be fine.
[TIME-SKIP]
Time passed by quite quickly when you weren't focused on it. Which was exactly the case for Ellis. Before he knew it, his clock was two minutes away from eight and he was sitting around, waiting for some kind of sign that Prince Zephyr was outside of his door. He had decided to go with one of his fancier outfits. The one that he only wore for special occasions. He deemed this special enough and was now adorning the
green and white outfit he loved oh-so much. Humming an unknown melody and tapping his foot along to it, he continued to wait patiently, golden eyes occasionally flickering over to glance at the clock and its current time.
He better keep his word.