Advent – Day 7 "Grace"
Kurt was shushing the children, lined up along side of the dusty road in front of the crumbling stone building that served as a makeshift school. Kurt stood in front of the rag tag group of seven students and looked them over, giving each child a stern look once he approved their appearance. Stooping to push back a stray ringlet from six-year old Etta's hair, he felt her tremble.
"What is it, Etta?" Kurt asked as he pulled her in for a hug.
"A real prince, Mr. Kurt! Is a real prince coming here? To see us?"
"Yes, Prince Blaine of Westavia is on his way now." He pointed down the road and watched her eyes follow his hand. "See the dust cloud? Waaaaaay out there?"
She nodded, her curls bouncing as she stood on her tiptoes.
"That's the Prince and his knights. They will be here soon, so I need for you to stand very still and remember to curtsy when he passes."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Kurt, I remember. Exactly like you taught me."
Kurt rose and patted the young girl on top of her blond head as he made once more pass down the line of children. Excited whispers and muffled giggles escaped small mouths as a group of galloping horsemen pulled up in front of them.
In the center was a black steed, dressed out in the royal colors of Westavia. Sitting atop the regal horse was the most gorgeously handsome man Kurt had ever seen. Luscious dark curls flowed from under his gold crown, streaming long and wild down his bare back. His bronzed and sculpted torso was covered only by a sash of crimson, blue and gold. White breeches clung to his muscular thighs that gripped the sides of the horse. Kurt's gaze ended with the black boots tucked into golden stirrups.
"Master Hummel," the Prince, with a slight smile, addressed the man before him.
"Your Grace," Kurt murmured, dipping into a low bow.
"Please rise and greet your Prince." Twinkling amber eyes gazed into the sparkling cerulean blue eyes of the schoolteacher. "Join me," the Prince commanded. Offering a hand to the modest man, the Prince hoisted Kurt to sit in front of him.
"I missed you, my love," the Prince whispered in Kurt's ear. "When will you be finished setting up this school? I want you home."
"Whatever my Grace wishes," Kurt sighed as he leaned back against his husband. "Take me home."