Summary: Frederick wants to share something with Gwen.

"Hey, Gwen… can I ask for a favour?"

Gwen looked up, gazing at her fiancé. He was tapping his fingers together, sweating all over. The two were at the Cursed Princess Club, a distance away from the other members.

"Sure, what is it?" Gwen asked, giving him a gentle smile.

"Um…" he looked away. "Well, um… I've been, um…" He muttered something incomprehensible.

"Sorry?" Gwen continued to smile.

Frederick gulped. "I… IvebeenwritingabookforagesandIreallywantedtoshowyouitbutnooneseverseenitbeforesoImsupernervousand!"

He breathed out.

"Sorry, I still didn't get that," Gwen held his hand. "Can you say it again, um… slower?"

"Oh, right," Frederick coughed. "Well… um… I've been… writing a book…"

"Writing a book?" Gwen gasped.

"Shhh!" Frederick hissed. He flushed. "I mean! Um, yes! And um. I was wondering. If you. Wanted to read. It."

"Oh, yes, I'd love to!" Gwen grinned.

Frederick went red. "R… really?!"

Gwen nodded, eagerly. Frederick looked away, hugging himself.

"O… okay," he stammered. "And, um… when you read it… would you mind, um… giving me some feedback on it?"

He was like a glass cannon, ready to shatter at any moment. Gwen gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Of course," she told him.

Frederick's expression lightened up. He reached into his jacket, pulling out an old diary. The cover had scratches; Gwen could see pieces of paper poking out from inside.

"It's… a little messy," Frederick admitted.

"That's okay," Gwen assured him, taking the book.

She gazed over it; it was somewhat big, ink staining the edge of the pages. Some of the handwriting was smudged together.

"What's it about?" she asked.

"Um…" Frederick's voice had gone quiet again. "It's… um, kinda like a fairytale. A bit like the Dogyessy and, um… the Tiniest Prince."

Gwen grinned. "Oh, that sounds great! I can't wait to read it."

"Really?" Frederick whispered.

Gwen nodded. "Thanks for sharing this with me, Frederick. I know this means a lot to you… I'm honoured that you're letting me see it."

"Haha, of course," Frederick squeaked, his voice hoarse. "Oh… and one more thing!"

"What is it?" Gwen asked.

"Please don't tell anyone about this," he pleaded. "Especially not your family. I… I really don't want my family finding out…"

Gwen blinked. Then she nodded. "Okay, then. I promise… I won't tell anyone."

Frederick blushed again, gazing into her eyes. "Thank you.."

The two lovers met at the club once again, staying in their corner.

"So…" Frederick looked away. "Did you read the book…?"

Gwen nodded, handing him back the sheets of paper. "I did!"

"Oh, awesome!" Frederick was sweating all over. "What did you think?"

"It was great!" Gwen grinned.

"Really?" Frederick asked, eyes widening.

"Yep!" Gwen nodded.

"Are you sure?" Frederick asked.

"Uh-huh!" Gwen began sweat-beading.

Frederick grabbed her hand. "Please, Gwen… I want your honest opinion."

"I really did enjoy it, Frederick!" Gwen assured him.

"I can handle it!" Frederick told her. "Give me everything you've got!"

"Are you sure?" Gwen asked.

Frederick nodded. He was shaking and sweating.

"Well, if you say so…" Gwen breathed out. "First off, the grammar was a mess; spelling errors and punctuation alike. The plot was all over the place, so much stuff was happening, far too much description, making it such a slog to get through. The main character's motivation changed midway through the story, and the villain's backstory didn't really make sense. There's quite a few plot holes as well, not to mention all the side characters, unnecessary dialogue and repetition of the same outfits."

Frederick sat there in complete silence.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Gwen whimpered. "Was I too harsh?"

"No!" Frederick fell onto his side. "You were great!"

Gwen helped him get back up again.

"I really don't want to discourage you from writing," she told him. "Honestly, I did enjoy it! You have a lot of creative ideas, Frederick."

"Really?" Frederick asked.

Gwen nodded. "It was just a bit… messy."

"I think I got that…" Frederick mumbled.

"I can't wait to see you write again," Gwen told him, sincerely.

Frederick sighed, slumping down. He clenched his fists.

"Try again," he muttered.

"Well, I'm not a writer," Gwen admitted. "It'd be better if you could find some actual writers to give feedback."

"But where?" Frederick asked. "I don't know any writers! And there's no writer's guild in the Plaid Kingdom…"

"I beg your pardon, you two, but did I hear you say writer's guild?"

Both Gwen and Frederick looked up; Curtis was standing above them, adjusting his glasses.

"Oh, hi, Curtis!" Gwen greeted. "We were just talking about…" She gazed at Frederick, who shrugged. "Something Frederick is writing!"

"You are writing a book, Mr Frederick?" Curtis turned to Frederick.

"... yes," he squeaked.

"I see," Curtis turned away. "As well as my butler career, I used to be an editor in the Polygon Kingdom."

"You did?" Frederick gasped.

Curtis nodded. "I learnt about all different kinds of writer's guilds, clubs, organisations, and many varied authors. If you're interested, I can recommend some of them to you."

Frederick's eyes widened. He hugged his book tightly.

"I don't know…" he muttered. "I mean! It's just… I'VE NEVER SHARED SO MUCH STUFF TO STRANGERS BEFORE!"

He covered his mouth, other members staring at him. His cheeks burned.

"Well, hey, if you're scared, I can go with you," Gwen told him.

"Really?" Frederick gazed at her.

Gwen nodded. "Of course! It sounds like fun."

"You guys okay?" Prez walked over. "I heard Frederick screaming."

"It's nothing…" Frederick mumbled.

Gwen squeezed his shoulder, gently. Curtis nodded at him.

"Just a book I'm writing, I guess," Frederick shrugged.

"You're writing a book?" Prez's eyes widened. "That's awesome! Let me know when you finish it."

"Oh!" Frederick gasped. "Uh, okay!"

"Perhaps sharing it with others is not as hard as you think, Mr Frederick," Curtis told Frederick, giving a small smile.

Frederick eyed Gwen. "Yeah… I guess so."

Curtis had given Frederick many recommendations. Since Gwen was coming, he figured it would be best not to go somewhere too far.

Although there was a small writer's club in the Pastel Kingdom, Curtis had explained there was a much bigger and better one in the Quilt Kingdom.

"So… this is it."

Gwen and Frederick stood in front of the Quilt Kingdom library. It was fairly large, with long, pink curtains covering the huge windows. Golden trim surrounded the large, wooden door. Carpeting was patterned aside the pink tiles.

Frederick began sweat-beading. Gwen held his hand, giving him that warm smile she always wore.

Frederick sighed. He loved Gwen so much. She really was the most beautiful princess in the entire world.

The two entered the library; there were cushions all over the place, stacks of books sitting beside bean bags. The carpeted floor was soft enough to sleep on. Even the shelves looked soft.

This kingdom is so cosy… Frederick thought. Monika is lucky.

"… why are you two here?" a voice squeaked.

It was none other than Princess Monika herself! She was hiding within the shelves, holding an adult romance book.

Frederick and Gwen stared at her. She squealed, turning into a crow, flying away with the book.

"Uhh…" Frederick made a face.

"That's… just Monika for you," Gwen admitted.

She looked around. She pointed at a group of people sitting together, some holding manuscripts. They were dressed in flowy clothing, gentle smiles on their faces.

"There they are!" She led Frederick towards them.

Frederick whimpered. "Gwen, I…"

"Hello!" Gwen greeted the group. "Is this the Quilt Kingdom Writer's Guild?"

They all turned and stared at her. Frederick hid behind her.

"Yes it is!" a young woman stood up. She wore a pale yellow robe, her red hair tied into a braid. "Are you two our newest members?"

"Well, it's mainly for my boyfriend," Gwen gestured to Frederick, "but I'm here to listen in!"

"I see," the young woman smiled. "Welcome, welcome! What's your name?"

She was staring at Frederick, who hid further behind Gwen.

"I'm Gwen, and this is Frederick," Gwen replied.

Frederick mumbled something incomprehensive, hugging his manuscript.

"Come sit," the woman gestured at some empty chairs.

Gwen and Frederick sat down. Some of the members eyed Gwen strangely; she kept up her smile, holding Frederick's arm.

"So, Frederick, have you been writing something?" the woman asked him.

Frederick began sweating. "Um… yes….."

"Would you like to share it?" the woman asked.

The group members were staring at him once again. Gwen nodded at Frederick.

"I… it's kinda like a fairytale, I guess…" he got out.

"I like fairytales," another girl spoke up.

"Hey, I take inspo from them as well!" said another.

"Really?" Frederick squeaked.

"Yeah," the girl replied. "I'll have to read your writing!"

"You wanna read it…?" Frederick gasped.

The girl nodded. "You can look at my writing as well, if you want. I'm working on a whole series!"

"Whoa," Frederick's eyes went wide.

"And I've been writing a biography on a witch," another member said.

"I'm on book 23!" added another.

"23 books?" Frederick asked. "How'd you manage to write so many…?"

The member shrugged. "Well, it all started when…"

"So… how was it?"

Frederick turned to Gwen, shrugging. They were walking out of the library, arm in arm.

"That wasn't so bad," he admitted.

"People do like your ideas, Frederick!" Gwen beamed at him. "Would you ever want to come back?"

Frederick found himself beaming as well. "Yeah… maybe I will. Thank you, Gwen. You… I don't know what I'd do without you."

Gwen blushed. "Happy to help!"

"You're so beautiful," Frederick told her, eyes glimmering.

Gwen's blush grew.

"If there's anything you need help with, I'm here for you too," he added.

Gwen squeezed his hand. "Thank you, Frederick. You're wonderful."

"Not as much as you," he replied, tearfully.

And the two walked into the sunset, closer than they'd ever been before.