The Problematic Prince

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   Phillip and Isabelle exchanged puzzled looks before breaking into laughing.
The birthdays of the twin princes seemed as if it was going to kick off with a very fragrant start.

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BIG!

   That was Leonid’s first thoughts.

   In terms of size, this bouquet was big, very big.

   “From the bottom of my heart, I hope you have the most wonderful of birthdays, Your Highness,”Erna said.
Her eyes were just as radiant as the bouquet she offered.

   Leonid nodded absently and accepted the huge gift.
Christian, who had been watching in amazement, drifted into the silence, with only a partially suppressed laugh.

   “You don’t like it?” Erna said.

   “No, no of course not, I was just not expecting such a, big, present like this,” Leonid said, trying to show a reassuring smile.

   Erna left after saying a few more congratulatory words and about the bouquet for the Grand Duke.
She left with a modest farewell, as if she hadn’t just gifted a huge bouquet of flowers, that proclaimed her extraordinary character.

   “I merely came to wish you a happy birthday and to think I would witness such a scene,” Christian said.

   Now that the Grand Duchess had left, Christian let the laughter flow freely and loudly.
He couldn’t contain it.
Flowers and the Crown Prince, it would be hard to find a more incompatible match.
Even now, Leonid’s sombre expression made the bright blossoms pop even more.

   “You know, she probably made them herself,” Christian said, inbetween bouts of laughter.

   He made the conclusion as he studied the bouquet in Leonids arms.
Even to his eyes, the flowers looked so expertly made.

   “You’re so lucky brother.”

   “Don’t belittle another persons sincerity like that,” Leonid scolded his brother.

   “What? No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Christian’s expression quickly changed and the laughter immediately stopped.
“I’m just… its just that the Grand Duchess is pretty cute.”

   “The Grand Duchess is Bjorn’s wife, Chris, she’s your superior.”

   “I know, but superior can be cute too, right?”

   Leonid let out a sigh, but in the end, he shared in the final chuckle.
In any case, it was fortunate that she wasn’t hurt at all.
It seemed like Christian’s claim was not entirely wrong.

   “By the way, brother Bjorn will also receive a bouquet, right?” Christian said.

   “No doubt he will.”

   “Oh my God,” Christian said.

   Christian decided to go back on his opinion about a more mismatched couple than Leonid with a huge bunch of flowers, now that he thought about Bjorn receiving the same.

   “I should have gone to him first, I would love to have seen that,” Christian said.

   “Yeah, me too, actually.”

   They both ran to the window in time to see the open carriage pass the gate house.
A grander arrangement of flowers than Leonid’s was nestled in the Grand Duchess’s arms.

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“Happy birthday Bjorn,” the voice came as a sweet whisper on the wind.

   Bjorn opened his eyes and lowered his arm, which had been covering his face.
He shifted his gaze to the front door, where billowing draperies wavered in the light spring breeze.
There he saw the huge bouquet of flowers that obscured his view.

   “The weather is so fine for you today,”

He was startled because he thought he saw a floral ghost when, all of a sudden, Erna’s smiling face appeared from behind the flowers.

Bjorn sat up and looked at his wife, trying to make sense of what he saw.
He was still groggy from sleep, but he was not dreaming any more.

   “I made them myself, with flowers that bloomed this morning.”

   “I can tell,” Bjorn said.

   The flowers smelled so sweet and their colour poured out without restraint, even to Bjorn’s half awake eyes could see the skill with which his wife had put them together.

   “Don’t you like them? His Highness the Crown Prince did.

   “You gave some to Leonid?”

   “Yes, of course, its his birthday too, but yours is bigger,” Erna wore a very prideful look on her face.

   Seeing his wife talk about it like it was some kind of special privilege, made him laugh.
He decided not to tell her that he would have preferred her, with a neat little ribbon tied around her nakedness..

   “Do you like it?” Erna asked again, her face now serious.

   Bjorn nodded and waved for her to come to him.
Her smile returned and she looked so beautiful.
She put down the massive present and stepped gingerly towards him, before falling into his arms.
She was incredibly lovely to the touch, delivering both warmth and a pleasant aroma.

   Erna kissed him on the lips and he was filled with a languid smile.
The playful kiss, which had been soft on his, deepened shortly after.

   Bjorn closed his eyes as they embraced each other.
He reached out and gently touched the back of her head, drawing her closer to him.
She had gotten pretty good at kissing.
He was sure that days like this would continue on for a long time.
As long as she was Erna.