A/N: Lots of dialogue and lots of characters up in here. It'll be fun tho I promise
(at least for me idk 'bout you guys pft)
Enjoy~
The princess had never been so nervous in her damn life. Not the first time she'd been presented as an adopted royal. Not when Cartman had come into power and she'd realized that Liane's kindness was now a thing of the past. No, instead every ounce of skittish energy that she'd ever exerted was in this moment, walking hand-in-hand with her betrothed down into the thrall of the kingdom. She thanked the stars for her gloves, knowing her palms were sweating up a storm, wondering if Kyle could tell just how uneasy she felt.
"Stop shaking," his gentle voice pierced the air and answered her question. She looked down confusedly and he smiled. "It's all right. At least you don't have to worry about saying something stupid...right?..." he paused and his face fell embarrassedly. "Wait. Shit. That was shitty, I'm sor-" she held up her hand to stop him, getting a laugh to finally break through her chest. He was completely right, she was safe from that potential catastrophe. Honestly, it probably made her job only half as difficult as it would have been otherwise.
He smiled shyly, turning his attention back to the forefront as they reached the edge of the town. "Deep breaths," he advised her, stealing a glance to make sure Stan, Craig, and Butters were still with them before leading her onwards.
Heads shot up from various tasks all around them, eyes widening and pointed ears perking in interest as they watched their next-in-line crossing the threshold. Kyle offered them all a kind smile that he'd perfected over time, Kendra tightening her hand around his in fright. "Come on," he offered. "Best way to experience Larnion is with a nau'shindcal ssintchal." Kendra blinked down at him and he chuckled, "You'll see."
"Prince Kyle?" A voice popped, the group turning to see a woman holding a young girl approaching them cautiously.
"Hello, Anna," he greeted sweetly. "How are you?" The princess looked at him in surprise at his immediate acknowledgement before flickering her gaze back up, brow creasing in worry at the woman Drow's skepticism.
She cleared her throat, tucking curly black hair behind her ear. "I'm fine, Your Highness, thank you. How...how are you?" she emphasized, looking between the two royals. Kyle watched her carefully, reading a silent signal in her stare. She was more than prepared to get help if he needed it, if he was being held under duress by this foreigner.
"I'm wonderful," he assured her. He tugged Kendra's hand and led her over to the woman. "This is Princess Kendra of Kupa Keep," he introduced her, the blonde giving a small, shaky curtsey. "We were betrothed nearly a month ago."
Dark brown eyes widened in shock, looking back at the redhead. "B-betrothed?" she repeated. He nodded casually and she forced a shaking smile on her face. "Oh...oh how lovely," she managed to eek out. "I-I can't believe Mitchell didn't say anything."
"Kendra, this is Anna Murphy," Kyle motioned towards the woman. "She's the wife of our captain of the guard. We owe their family much," he emphasized.
The blonde looked down at his hinting stare, forcing her eyes to adapt their softness once more, letting a smile spread under her sheer scarf. She curtseyed once more, Anna watching her curiously.
"She's mute," Kyle explained, Anna's face falling into a marred mess of realization and more bewilderment. "But she has great ideas for us," he said, squeezing Kendra's hand to get her to follow along with his little white lie. "A way for humans and elves to coexist. She'll be an excellent asset to Larnion."
Anna smiled softly, "If you believe so, it must be true, Young Prince."
He smirked, "You know I would do nothing that would detract from our land, Anna."
She nodded in agreement. "That I do..." She looked up and bowed a bit for the princess. "Welcome to Larnion, Your Highness." Kendra smiled in thanks, eyes drifting to the child in Anna's arms. She gave a small wave, flinching back when the girl hid in fright into her mother's bosom.
"Aw, come on, Lea," Kyle cooed. "She doesn't bite."
The young brunette peeked back around, watching Kendra worriedly. "Human," she murmured shyly.
He nodded, "Yes, she's human." He flickered his eyes around, seeing the crowds stopped and staring at the show between the small group and taking a deep breath. This all rode on this one moment. Safe with the kids, safe with the adults. That's how it worked. He let go of Kendra's hand and stepped forward, gesturing to Anna who bit her lip apprehensively but nodded nonetheless, prying off Lea from her and handing the toddler to the prince. If her child was safe with anyone, it was him, she knew well enough to trust the royal family, that they were beyond worth such respect.
Kyle sighed, shifting Lea around in his arms to look up at him, smirking at her mussed up hair, catching leaves and soil coating the ends of the long strands. "Someone was digging through the garden again," he sang a bit.
She blushed and nodded briskly. "Mama made tomatoes."
"Ah," he smiled. "You know who else really likes tomatoes?" he asked. She shook her head and he jerked his own towards Kendra. "The princess loves them, don't you, Kendra?" he asked pointedly. She blinked but nodded enthusiastically, giving the child a small grin, trying desperately to ignore just who this small girl was reminding her so considerably of. "Just like you, huh?" he asked Lea.
She shrugged bashfully, sniffling and looking at the human distrustfully. Kyle inwardly sighed, grating the inside of his lip and trying to think of his next move. "I like your hair, it's pretty," Lea finally said shyly to the princess, both of the royals brightening at the words. Kendra cautiously waved Butters over with her parchment, turning him and writing a quick message on his back. She smiled adoringly, carefully sliding the paper towards the girl. Lea blinked, looking at her mother for a nod of permission before taking it back in chubby little fingers, squinting her eyes at it. "Yours is...really...pretty, too," she read slowly, face breaking into a tiny grin. "Thank you," she beamed, the princess' shoulders sinking in relief.
"You see?" Kyle teased, shaking Lea a bit. "She's nice. A little weird lookin', but nice," he shot the blonde a wink who raised her brow with a smirk.
Lea looked between the two of them and cocked her head, "You're gonna marry her, Prince Kyle?"
He chuckled softly, red tinging his cheeks and ignoring the glare he could feel from Stan's eyes behind him. "Yes."
"Will her hair look like that?" she pointed, Kendra laughing gently and grabbing parchment once more. She looked at the curious child and shook her head to herself, handing Kyle the paper to read, watching warmly at the smile overtaking his face.
"'Who knows?'" he read. "'Maybe we need you to come make sure my hair is just right for the wedding. I only trust others with pretty hair to help with mine.'" He looked up and grinned at the princess proudly, Lea smiling wide enough to show her missing baby tooth and nodding enthusiastically.
"I wanna help!" she blurted, Anna covering her face and laughing to herself at the child's eagerness.
Kyle smirked, "Well then I guess we'll be seeing you in a few months, Lea." He set her down and she toddled up towards the princess on chubby legs, everyone watching cautiously as she stared up at the tall blonde, tugging on her dress. Kendra flickered her eyes to Kyle, who smiled reassuringly. A wave of relief flooded through her, dropping down to her knees in front of the girl and both of them staring at each other.
Lea cocked her head, standing on her tiptoes and tugging on Kendra's ear. "Your ears are funny," she observed. "Do humans cut them off? My friends say you do," she said snobbishly.
Kyle winced, watching as the princess shook her head and laughed, motioning for Butters to hand her down her materials. She quickly scribed Lea a note and passed it to her, the elf relinquishing her ear to grab at the paper. "'No, humans just...aren't as...s-special as elves,'" she worked out. "'You need the...extra room to put...your magic.'" She looked up at the princess with wide eyes before looking back at her mother. "Really?" she asked excitedly.
Anna smiled and nodded, "Really."
She pointed at the prince, "Then shouldn't Prince Kyle's ears be up in the clouds?" she asked innocently, everyone around her bursting into laughter sans Kendra, who blinked in utter confusion at the comment.
"Maybe one day I'll wake up like that," Kyle rolled his eyes amusedly, stepping towards them. He bent down towards Lea and smiled, "You like Princess Kendra, Lea?"
She nodded briskly, "You're nice," she told the woman pointedly. Kendra's heart fluttered into a calmness she didn't know was possible being surrounded in this strange land, being the outcast.
Kendra looked to see Kyle holding out his hand, taking it and raising back up onto her feet. "Well she needs to see more of our little home, so you be good," he teased. "Don't eat all of your mom's tomatoes."
"Ha," Anna scoffed playfully. "Prince or no, she won't ever take that order," she winked.
Kyle chuckled, ruffling Lea's hair a bit, "We'll see you later, Lea. We'll send for you for the wedding," he promised with a wink. Kendra waved goodbye to her, smiling as she waved back frantically from her mother's side as the woman pulled her back, letting Kyle turn her and lead her deeper into the village, looking at each other in spite of the countless eyes watching them in astonishment. "You see?" Kyle insisted. "You did great with her. I told you it wouldn't be so bad."
They paused as Kendra quickly wrote out her reply on Butter's back with her free hand, passing off the note and continuing to walk along the way. 'Thanks to you. I was about to just run and hide.'
He smirked, "But you didn't," he reminded her. "That's what matters. You befriend the captain's daughter, the captain respects you, and therefore the town respects you. You just lied out a really bright future for yourself on your first interaction. The first citizen I ever spoke to? I spilled soup on their lap," he rolled his eyes at himself, Kendra chuckling.
'Well, thank you regardless. Seriously, I was terrified of being lynched. Non-violent or not, I can't take on a Drow if I'm in that situation.'
The redhead snorted, "No, probably not. But you have nothing to worry about," he promised. "Us and our peace-loving, 'tree-hugging ways' as Fatass so nicely puts it," he scoffed. "Be thankful you're not like him," he smiled sadly. "No one would trust you if you were."
Kendra paused, handing him another small message, 'Yourself included?'
He looked up at her and shrugged, "Can you blame me? He's called me a witch...And a monster because of what I am," he reminded her quietly. "But you're not like that, so you don't need to concern yourself. I trust you just fine."
The blonde looked back at Stan, his arms crossed and staring at the ground angrily. She let out a long breath, slowly writing once more. 'So, why was everyone laughing at what Lea said?'
Kyle cocked his head, "Laughing? What are you-" he paused, face falling embarrassedly in realization. "Oh, nothing," he laughed awkwardly. "Really, it's nothing to ask ab-"
"Because Kyle's magic exceeds most everyone else's," Stan finally spoke up, both of them shooting their heads towards the ranger. Kyle narrowed his eyes in warning, Stan not catching it as he locked stares with the woman holding the hand of his prince. The woman who knew nothing of the redhead she was so-very-comfortable with being attached to. "The prince is extremely gifted," he said lowly. "He used his magic when he was only a few months old."
"Stan, stop," Kyle snapped embarrassedly, face changing hues on a dime. He glanced up at Kendra's surprised look and ducked down. "It...It wasn't a big deal."
Butters' mouth gaped, "Is it true, then? I heard ya threw a tree!"
"It wasn't a tree!" he sighed in aggravation, scratching at his head and clearing his throat. "It was a branch. Just...just a branch."
"One the size of an oak from what I've heard," Craig commented dryly.
"Everyone shut up!" Kyle bit and closed his eyes. He fucking hated that story beyond all else. Nearly every grand event of the Drow had someone mentioning the prince's infant feat. It was a rumor that'd spread far and wide through most kingdoms, Drow or no. Most other elves began to wield their magics between the ages of four and five, but he'd started right out of the gate. They could only figure that's what'd made him so sickly over the years, his body too focused on harboring his magics to be able to emphasize on his health.
He looked down at paper being pressed against him, grasping it and reading, 'Do you need to go home? You look upset.'
Kyle cocked his head, looking up at her skeptically. "You...you aren't gonna...ask questions?"
She shook her head, Butters scrambling to give her more surface to write on his back. 'No, obviously you don't like it being brought up. I haven't even seen you using magic so I figure it's not so important that it's pertinent I prod about it, less you want to talk. So we can change the subject if you'd prefer.'
He smiled gratefully and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I really don't want to get into it," he admitted tiredly. "I'm sure you'll learn about it all one day regardless...my mother loves to ramble about it," he said in complete fluster.
'And when she does, I'll put my fingers in my ears if you don't want me to hear the story,' she smiled gently.
He chuckled, "Yeah. Do that around my mother and survive and I'll declare you a war hero," he teased. She chuckled and he heaved a sigh. "C'mon, let's go get you a ssintchal," he jerked his head, leading her down a new road. She smiled excitedly, face beaming with a radiant heat as Kyle's fingers tightened around her own and feeling the tension sliding off of his back with every step, proud at herself for calming him down so easily.
Kyle led her through the crowds, occasionally greeting a citizen by name and waving, asking small pleasantry questions regarding their family. Kendra was in awe. She'd been with Cartman a handful of times when he visited the kingdom of Kupa Keep on business. He was curt, demanding that people get out of his way, announcing his presence and demanding that every being pay heed to it. She'd be amazed if the fat king could name a mere ten of his subjects, while Kyle seemed to have every single one of his own's entire genealogy mapped out. She smiled, watching the prince interacting and curtseying when appropriate as he introduced her. This was going far better than she'd hoped...
Her mind slipped for a moment back into Kenny's, watching the redhead with hazy blue eyes. He wondered what Kyle would suggest for Karen. If he'd understand if everything came to light. Maybe the prince would be relieved, or maybe he'd call for Kenny's head. He couldn't be sure. The blonde tongued over his lips lightly, eyes tracing over the younger and a silent, shuddery breath escaping past his teeth. This was getting hard. Far too hard. It'd be easier if he hated the Drow, just get the information he needed and go. But...the inherent kindness was becoming a drug. He was drowning in the warm, loving essence that Kyle and his kingdom exuded. For the first time in his life, he was being taken into a swaddling cloth, treated like he actually meant something. His opinions were being heard, his actions were being praised. He was someone in Larnion, not just the 'pretty blonde' who sat behind the current royal figurehead in utter silence.
And Kyle...Kyle was warming up to him, easily making physical contact with him with only that blush that he carried in his pocket seeping through. He was quiet and awkward still, but the anger and depression he'd found within the redhead upon their meeting seemed to be decimated as he grew used to the notion of their union. Kenny winced, he couldn't deny he was finding himself feeling the same. And it worried him a bit. This was a whirlwind for the both of them, falling comfortably into the steps of life beside each other in less than a month. Ken bit his lip, this could only make it harder down the line.
He jerked back into his place as Kyle tugged on his hand innocently, eyes fluttering back into the practiced Kendra state. "You doin' all right?" Kyle asked softly.
She nodded and he smiled. "Good, come on." He began moving towards a building and opened the door of a cozy wooden hut, gesturing for her to step inside. She smiled. Still such the gentleman. She made her way in with Kyle following behind, eyes flowing over the homey decor of a small bakery, relishing in a warm, toasted smell attacking her nostrils comfortingly. "Rebecca?" Kyle called. "You open?"
A curly brown head poked out from behind the far wall behind the counter, a nervous smile passing over the girl's face as she hurried out and curtseyed. "Prince Kyle! I-I didn't know you w-were comin' to town today."
He grinned gently, "Yes, well, we have a new resident who needs a tour," he gestured towards the blonde. "This is Princess Kendra."
She froze for a moment, staring at the tall blonde and a visible gulp receding down her throat. "H-how do ya do?" she murmured, giving a quick, sloppy curtsey.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "She's my fiancé," he said plainly, Kendra watching in interest as a level of hurt crossed Rebecca's eyes.
"But...you haven't had your season, have you?"
He shook his head, "No. I haven't and I won't. My parents arranged us," he motioned listlessly between himself and Kendra, walking over and leaning on the counter, slipping into a saucy grin for the brunette. "So, can you do me a favor?" he purred, Kendra watching him with amused eyes as Rebecca's face erupted into a blush.
"O-of course, My Prince," she grinned nervously.
"I told Kendra about how amazing your ssintchal is," he cocked his brow with a smirk. "Could you...make us up a fresh batch? If it's not too much trouble, of course," he added.
She nodded briskly, "Right away, Your Highness. It may take me a few minutes."
He held up his hand, "Please. Take your time. I'll be right out here waiting," he winked, Rebecca grinning and hurrying to the back towards her ovens.
Stan chuckled quietly and shook his head, "Kyle, you need to stop doing that."
"Stop doing what?" he asked innocently, plopping down into a stool and gesturing for Kendra to sit next to him. "All I did was ask for some food."
"From a girl who'd throw herself at you in an instant," he raised his brow amusedly, forgetting for a moment their audience and his building jealousy. Seeing Kyle approach matters like that had always been a treat, especially once those talents started getting used on himself.
He smirked and shrugged, "So sue me, I like me some fresh pastries. She feels special, I get warm bread. Everyone wins."
Kendra laughed and shook her head, taking her supplies from Butters sitting beside her and scrawling her message on the polished countertop, sliding it into Kyle's arm. 'Oh, so you can flirt with her, but with me you can barely make a sentence. I see how it is.'
He blushed, looking up and finding her teasing stare, clearing his throat. "Look, I'm not interested in her, all right?"
She grinned wider. 'Oh, so...you're interested in me? Is being awkward how you approach someone you actually want?'
Kendra watched him battling for words, jade eyes flittering around nervously. "Well, no...I mean...yes...but I-I...shut up," he snapped, throwing the paper at her and crossing his arms in a pout, glaring at the back wall as she leaned her head on the counter and her shoulders shook in hysterics. Kyle scoffed and shook his head, looking to Stan sitting down beside of him. They locked eyes and Kyle winced apologetically once more, the ranger's shoulders sinking. He gulped, forcing a small smile and nodding. Kyle breathed in relief. Good. Stan wasn't as angry with him, though that didn't mean that he wasn't in for a hell of an argument later that night.
"Perhaps on this d-day, Prince Kyle is smitten.
Enchanted with b-blonde hair as soft as a kitten's.
And maybe our pr-prince, will take the one he adores,
Straight up to his room, a-a-and show her his sword."
They all whirled their heads to the back of the room, finding a brunette boy sitting with a lute and smiling playfully at the group. Kyle leaned his head back and groaned, "Jimmy, knock it off."
Jimmy laughed, "Aw, Prince Kyle, come on, you l-l-l-love my songs."
"Yeah, about as much as that time that dog bit me," he said dryly. He sighed, "Kendra, that's Jimmy. Town bard. Annoying as he looks," he waved towards him aimlessly.
"N-not nice, your high-hi-highness," he pouted, strumming over his lute pointedly.
Kendra smiled widely at the bard who winked in return. "P-Princess," he nodded. "I would get up for you, b-but dear Rebecca took m-m-my crutches."
Stan cocked his brow, "And why did she do that?"
"Because he called me a whore," Rebecca poked back out from behind the wall with a frown. "When...when he apologizes, he can have them back," she said as sternly as she could manage.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Kendra, you and Jimmy would get along pretty well. You're both perverted nuisances," he frowned. Kendra elbowed him, handing him a note.
'Maybe, but I am rather curious about an elf's "sword", my dear.'
The redhead shot his head towards her flashing him an innocent grin and swallowed dryly. "Shut up," he repeated angrily, Kendra winking and sending him into another blushing fit.
"And yet here we see, the young prince does b-b-b-blush,
At the lady who sits there w-with bosoms so plush.
How l-l-long will it take, before they both see
That they'll g-g-go to their room, and thr-throw out the key?"
"Jimmy, I swear to God," Kyle growled, ignoring Kendra practically falling out of her seat in her silent fit of laughter. "Knock it off, Kendra!" he snapped, the princess leaning her head on his shoulder and continuing to shake, fighting so hard to hold down her sounds. Craig and Jimmy burst into laughter at Kyle's awkward stiffening with the contact, Butters and Rebecca both hiding their giggles behind their hands. Stan stared darkly, the airiness seeming to rush past him once more like a magnetic field barring off any possible interaction.
Kyle's jaw nearly began to tremble, looking at the blonde head on his shoulder. He caught the whiff of earth beaming from her, blinking in confusion. That was an elf's scent, right? But she smelled like homegrown soil roasted from the sun. Full of life springing up from the deepest confines, an overwhelmingly powerful presence from something so simple. And yet, there it was: Kendra was soil. She was what he was to build life with, to make this halcyon essence provide for his people. Though, like soil, it seemed he didn't have to do much more than tend to her every now and then, she had the ingredients all on her own.
Kendra finally took a few calming breaths, raising her head quickly and both of them freezing as they bumped noses with one another, jerking back from the contact. They silently blinked as the group around them slowly began to simmer down, both of them fiddling with their hair as nonchalantly as they could. Fingers brushed against flowers within their locks, Kyle remembering all at once that he still had his still wound in his copper curls and inwardly cursing to himself at still wearing the plant strung there by the blonde.
"W-what's wrong, Prince Kyle?" Jimmy teased. "Y-y-you never had s-someone lay on ya before?"
Craig and Butters broke into another round of laughter, Kyle dropping his fingers from his hair and looking at the bard in flustered anger. "Jimmy, remember that I have the power to have you exiled."
He winked, tipping his cap, "But you won't," he said confidently.
Kyle sighed, looking at Kendra's amused face and shaking his head. "Rebecca, are our ssintchal done yet?" he asked exhaustively.
"Let me check," she chuckled, walking back around the wall.
Kyle looked down at another paper, 'I'll happily lay on you anytime.'
His face may as well have been dipped into one of Rebecca's pastry ovens, every ounce of him ablaze and shaking as he looked at Kendra's suggestively raised brows. "I...I..." he couldn't find his words, Stan sneaking a look at the note still in his hands and his own face furrowing in fury.
"That's not appropriate, Your Highness," he snapped, everyone shooting their heads towards him.
Kyle blinked and frowned, "Stan, that's not your-"
"You are not his wife yet," he reminded the stunned blonde staunchly. "I'd suggest you remember that you are not even considered a part of this land before being so brash."
The room fell deathly silent, Kendra slinking into her seat in humiliation, rubbing her arm sheepishly and staring at the floor. She couldn't exactly dispute that.
Kyle stared at his ranger, eyes slowly beginning to narrow dangerously. "Go," he said simply.
Stan blinked and looked down at him. "What?"
"Go," he repeated. "We have Craig and Butters. I want you to leave."
The noirette's jaw dropped slightly in shock. "Kyle-"
"That's Your Highness to you, Ranger," he snapped, Stan recoiling at the tone. "She may not be my wife yet, but she is royalty. And you are to treat royalty with respect. Do you understand me?" he demanded.
"But...I-I..." Stan floundered, looking to see Craig shaking his head, a wry expression over his face.
Kyle got to his feet, posture tensing and green directed furiously at the timid guard. "Yes or no, Stanley."
"Yes," he whispered.
"Good, now leave," he pointed to the door. "We'll discuss this later."
He looked between his prince and the rest of the group staring at them with wide eyes and sheepishly got to his feet. "Your Highness, I...I'm sorry."
"Don't fucking tell me that, tell her," he gestured back to Kendra who looked up at the ranger with a wince.
Stan sighed, looking between Kyle and the princess. "I'm sorry," he said flatly to the blonde, giving a quick bow and turning on his heel, speeding out of the bakery as his prince demanded.
Kyle watched the door slam shut and took a deep breath, turning to see Kendra looking up at him sadly, his heart dropping. "Are you all right?" he asked in concern, sitting back down next to her.
'I'm sorry," a tiny note next to him said.
"You have nothing to be sorry about," he said firmly. "Stan's behavior was completely out of line."
Butters nodded, "It's okay, Princess."
"Y-yeah. Stan just has a bi-bi-b-big stick up his ass," Jimmy added.
Kyle laid a hand on her arm and smiled sadly, "I'll talk to him. We'll get him on your side, I promise." Kendra nodded softly, staring at the floor still and Kyle twisted his lips. He looked over as Rebecca slid a plate of pastries stained with reds and purples in front of him, breaking into a smile and grasping one. He held it under her nose, the princess looking up at his gentle grin. "Strawberry," he said casually. "Best kind. I wasn't lying when I said Rebecca makes the best ssintchals."
"Oh, Your Highness," Rebecca waved him off bashfully.
Kyle broke the pastry in half, Kendra watching with wide eyes as buttery flakes tore apart, a thick layer of red jam glistening in the shop's lights as it spread like a curtain with Kyle's hands. He put a side by Kendra's hand, watching her shakily grasp it back and a sigh escaping her nose. She looked up at him with a small smile, raising the pastry and moving her scarf just enough for no one to notice her chin shape, biting down into the heavenly, airy dough. Her chest fluttered, eyes batting at the piquant sensation washing over her tongue.
Kyle watched her amusedly, taking his own bite and sighing happily. "Good, right?" he asked through his mouthful.
She nodded briskly, looking at Rebecca with a smile who grinned back sheepishly. "I'm glad you l-like 'em, Your Highness," she said, tucking hair behind her ear. "My brother's recipe, been making them f-for years."
"Feel a little better?" Kyle asked, the blonde looking over and nodding again with a smile. "Good," he smirked. "Rebecca's baking will cure any ailment," he shot a wink at the brunette who blushed, clasping her hands together and fiddling with her fingers giddily.
Kendra stared at him as his demeanor seemed to relax with her own, looking down at the pastry in her hand with her eyes glistening. She let them slip closed, hearing Craig and Butters complimenting Rebecca, Jimmy asking for his crutches back, and Kyle berating the bard for calling her what he did. Kendra looked at Kyle's free hand, an urge hitting her with a mighty force and she gulped, reaching up and placing her own hand over the redhead's. Kyle looked at her for a moment from his ranting, both of them smiling awkwardly and the prince turning his hand to link their fingers together loosely before turning back to yell at Jimmy stringing up another song. She sighed happily and squeezed his fingers, sneaking in another warm bite. Whether or not Stan had a point of her status in Larnion, no matter what the end goal may or may not be, one thing was poignantly clear in the midst of comfortable, friendly chatter and Kyle's gentle grasp: She had never felt as accepted as she did in that moment.
A/N: So much interaction.
Also I've never written Jimmy before. Why not? Idk I love his character I'm just super lazy pfff
Thanks for R&Ring!