Name: Sour

Ratting: T (Mostly because of sadness and sourness! I should rate it S. Sap, Sad and Sour.)

Comment: You don't know how much I honestly hate this drabble, I really do! Yet at the same time, I had to write it, because it was a good idea and it needed to be posted.

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Yuuri pushed open the door to Greta's bedroom and a blissfull smile came to his lips at the scene that was in front of him.

His daughter, Prince Greta Von Bielfield-Shibuya was sitting on her bed wearing her pink nightie, keens pulled up to rest her chin on them. His consort was also there, sitting on an armchair by her bed, a book open on his laps and drest in that frilly pink nightgown that Yuuri swore was the most attractive sleeping outfit he had ever seen.

"Their love was most wonderfull, pure and blissfull. To them it seemed that ever moment that they didn't spend by each other was an eternity. It didn't matter that Prince Godric was rich and that Eloise was poor, what their parents or the court whispered didn't mean anything because when they looked into each other's eyes there was hope for a joyfull future."

"That is beautiful..." Greta sighed with a smile on her face.

"Isn't it? Well, we'll leave the rest of Godric and Eloise's adventures for tomorrow, its getting late."

"What? NO! I want to spend a little more time with you..."

"Alright Greta but just a moment longer." Wolfram smiled after clossing the book "What do you want to talk about?"

"About love! Do you and Yuuri love each other as much as Eloise and Godric?"

Wolfram's smile faded away at those words and his eyes flew to the king who was frozen in spot at the door, he too had lost his smile and had adopted a look of horror. Greta hesitated for a moment and then sighed, understanding she had asked the wrong question. After all it was a well known thing that Yuuri was disgusted of Wolfram and that the prince wasn't to happy to have been trapped into an engagment by the king even if at least he was trying to make it work.

"No we don't Greta" Yuuri sighed and ran a hand in his hair "those characters are part of a story, no one really loves like that sweety."

"Your father is right Greta, no one can turn their back on their entire lifes for another person. Real love, the one that really exist...well...its weak and always painfull. There is no blissfull future, just the hope that you can make it work well enought with that person so that they don't leave at the first chance they get."

Greta sighed and got under her covers, wishing both her parents good night before she rolled over to burry her face in the pillow so as to hide the sad look that had crossed her young face at her parents words. She softly swore to herself never to love, never to wed, never to be in the same position as her parents where so that she would never whisper such a harsh words to anyone else. Another horrible, painfull memory she would spend years to forgets, another night where she would cry, another dagger in her heart.