Ch. 1

An Unexpected Visitor

After Pi'illo island was saved the prince took back his rule, helping make room for the multiplying tourists that have been visiting more and more after their races revival. Most of the Pi'illos have been busy, especially one who has the honor of deciding what the visitors may sleep upon. Bedsmith, being the hard worker he is, was making beds non-stop, working on the dozens upon dozens of bed orders for the guests on the island. He hadn't been seen for over seven weeks after their revival, being cooped up inside his workshop. Everyone was worried, generally the prince. But the bed maker wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon, not until all his work was finally finished.

Knock, knock, knock.

Who could it be now? The Bedsmith thought, hoping it wasn't another crowd of tourists coming to watch him work and disturb his important projects.

"Look, Bedsmith is working, he would very well appreciate some priva-" he opened the door to find a concerned, (And rather fluffy..) prince waiting politely behind the door to the workshop.

"Oh prince! Please excuse Bedsmiths insolence, he didn't expect the honor of your visit.." Bedsmith said surprised, and took a tired bow.

"Ah, please do not bow. I should be the sorry one for the unexpected visit, but I was worried, for I have not seen you for almost a month, but I am happy that you are alright.." he said and gave a relieved smile.

"Oh, Bedsmith thanks you for your concern, but he is obviously fine. Would you like to come in for a cup of tea, fare Prince Dreambert?" he asked with a blush of how worried the prince was about him.

"Yes, thank you for the invitation." he thanked him and followed him inside.

Prince Dreambert was careful not to disturb any of the piles of tools, bed pieces, occasional beds, other materials. He scanned the room as the woozy Bedsmith was off into the small kitchen to boil the tea, the ground was littered with all sorts of blueprints spaced out form each other, most of the shelves in the room were empty with the contents on the floor of the medium-sized room. The prince made his way to the middle of the room and sat down at the oak wood table, consisting of four chairs of the same substance. He sat there patiently, hands in his laps and his eyes closed in thought, the silence was broken with a stifled yawn from Bedsmith, who had managed to quietly come in with a platter with a tea kettle and two cups atop of it. The plate rattle in his grip as he hovered toward the table. The Bedsmith had large dark bags under his eyes, barely visible because of the goggles over his face.

"Bedsmith, are you alright? You look really, really tired.." The Prince asked, once again distressed as he got up from the table and started approaching him.

"Yes, Bedsmith is alright.. No need for worr..y.." he trailed off as the tea set in his hands toppled over onto the floor with a crash, before he knew it he was on the floor to, but he had taken down Dreambert with him, now he lay on top of him as Dreambert's face flushed a bright red as he felt the Bedsmiths breath on his neck.

"B-bedsmith! Please halt your actions!" the prince demanded as Bedsmith rose his head from the others neck, realizing what he was doing and met Dreamberts gaze. Now they were both rosy and the Bedsmith was currently wide awake with embarrassment.

"AH! Bedsmith is deeply sorry!" the Bedsmith shot up and hoped away from the royal Pi'illo positioned on the floor.

"I-its alright.. I have things to attend to anyway, no time for tea.." he cleared his throat, his face still crimson, and stood up.

"Y-yes, so sorry.." the Bedsmith said his farewells to the flushed Prince and opened the door for him to exit, he closed the door gently and sunk down to the floor, back against the door.

He put his hands over his face, his cheeks were red-hot. He couldn't describe what he was feeling, he had felt this way around the prince before these events, but hadn't taken it into consideration. He pondered the thought. He moved his hands down to his heart, his heart was beating fast, it was a warm, comforting feeling, even though he had made a complete fool of himself in front of Pi'illo royalty..

Maybe he had a little crush? Or maybe even something more.. Maybe even a case of..

Love?