Chapter 4- Aurora x Phillip
Just thought I might as well add a disclaimer in here since I haven't. I do not own any of the Disney characters.
Aurora stumbled over Phillip's foot. "I'm sorry. Oh, I can't do anything right!"
The Prince laughed in reply, and dropped his hand, signaling the music to stop. "Yes, you can. You just need to try a little harder."
"I tried," she retorted, disheartened. "But I can't do anything. I cannot even dance anymore!"
The Prince watched sadly, wanting to help her, but not knowing how to.
"I'm a failure as a princess."
He thought he hadn't heard right the first time. "Pardon?"
She repeated the line a little louder.
"Such nonsense. You must be tired from all this hard work. Would you like to take a break?" he asked kindly, knowing the one place she would love to visit.
She smiled wryly, not wanting to admit that she'd like nothing more to do than to escape this palace, but unable to decline his offer.
Being a Princess wasn't all it seemed. Thanks to the Good Fairies' upbringing, she knew the basic things that a Princess should, such as manners and proper etiquette, but she still had trouble adjusting to other things. Like other people. After being around for the same three people for her whole life, she wasn't quite sure how to act around royal guests.
Of course, there were some exceptions to that rule- her parents treated her with love, and she quickly learnt to respond to that with her own love. She was fond of Phillip's father, who wholly accepted her and her relationship with Phillip.
And there was Phillip himself, who made her feel most at ease, like they had known each other their whole lives.
She lifted her head from his back when she felt Samson come to a trot, and looked around at the familiar scenery and gasped softly when her eyes fell on the small cottage that she grew up in. Phillip hopped down from the horse first and helped her down.
"The… The cottage," she whispered, waves of nostalgia rushing back to her. Sixteen years of a simple life. Sixteen years of not knowing magic, or responsibilities, or having to be proper. It had only been a few months since her birthday, but it felt like years.
She slowly pushed open the door to the cottage, unknowingly holding her breath in anticipation, and was pleasantly surprised to find that nothing had changed. Except for the collection of dust and the growing cobweb in the corners.
"Oh!" she softly gasped, running over to one of the chairs and lightly brushing the dust off the back. "Nothing has changed."
Lost in her own world, she began to hum lightly to herself. Phillip joined in, recognizing the tune, and slipped his arms around her waist. Aurora was startled at first, but leaned slightly into him as he sang along with her.
"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream."
The princess turned to face him and the two danced in the cottage, much like they did on her sixteenth birthday, when they fell in love. They fell in step together, dancing to a rhythm they were both familiar with, their voices blending into the perfect melody.
"You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream."
At the last note, the couple slowed to a graceful stop and Phillip bent down to softly touch his lips to her forehead, their hands still intertwined between them.
"See, you can dance," he whispered softly.
Aurora glanced up at him through thick lashes, her mouth curving upwards, and he let go of one hand to cup her face gently.
"And you make an excellent Princess," he added before pressing his lips to hers.
I tried to notch up the fluffiness, but… You tell me how it turned out and what you think. I'm really sorry for the inconsistent updates. I try but… you know, life. Um, thanks so much for reading and to those people who reviewed. ^^