Thorns of a rose

by Shambling human

Many years ago, in the far off land of Hallownest, two souls lived two very different lives; one was a travelling performer that had settled in the town of Dirtmouth and the other lives in a grand palace, the White Palace and was the heir to the throne. Much separated the two but as you'll see, love enjoys to intervein.

5. He loves me, he loves me not

The prince walked through the long halls of the White Palace explaining the architecture whilst Grimm followed silently listening to him talk about each statue and the meaning behind each detail as the pair pressed forward. Grimm was still a bit of a mess after the prince spotted him completely naked "Damn that was embarrassing yet he's acting like nothing happened...I'm a little glad that's the case" he pondered as he walked.

Soon the knight stopped suddenly and Grimm bumped into him "The five great knights of Hallownest" they spoke "The protectors of the kingdom, all five great in their own way" the prince must have been a little dopey because all Grimm could see was four statues "Poor Ogrim" Hollow mumbled. After the small detour, the knight brought the performer to a large window depicting the pale king and white lady "This was commissioned by my father when he was building the white palace, in the background you can make out royal retainers and kingsmoulds. It's to show his power over all of Hallownest". Grimm tilted his head, all he could think about was how bloody awkward this is but he composed himself and spoke "Why aren't you on there, you are the grand prince of Hallownest?" Hollow shrugged, he knew the answer to the question but he felt something- nay someone stopping him from saying it.

The tour eventually came to a close and the pair were back in the bedroom, Grimm sat with a wide grin on his face "Y'know you really are knowledgable when it comes to the history of this place, you really are a clever guy" Hollow felt himself blush a dark black but he made no haste in hiding it "Aren't you charming?" he rested his head on his hand. He was sat on a vanity stand of sorts, a large mirror hanging on the wall with cracks running across its sides.

"So what do we have to do at the City of Tears then you graciousness?" Hollow waved his hand "Oh do stop with all the formalities, please just call me Hollow" Grimm nodded, he was taught from a young age how to act in front of a royal but not once have they told him that he can just call him by his nickname. The prince smiled well you'd best grab a coat Grimmsy because the City is well extremely damp" Grimm's face flushed "G-Grimmsy?!" he accidentally blurted out, the knight turned his head back and smiled before waiting outside for Grimm.