Boss Rimi's posts

It had stopped raining now which was great, although Jonas was pretty cold at the moment. A hot shower sounded great. But first things first. He looked around for the house and when he came across it, he saw her standing there in front of it. She looked hurt, suddenly he was having second thoughts about talking to her. He could just kill her right now. Jonas reached behind him for his riffle, his eyes on her. "Hey! We need to talk, and don't even think about trying anything funny." He said, aiming the riffle right at her chest.

Eros and Aphrodite both wandered through the market for a while longer and when they were finished, Eros was carrying all the bags back home with her. He didn't like having his mother carry anything. He was a good son. Well, that's what his parents said every time he did this. On their way home though, Aphrodite stopped and smiled, "Oh, someone's made an offering!" She whispered happily and once they were far enough away, she vanished, leaving her son waiting for a while before she returned with the hair ornament. "Look! Oh I don't know who left it but it's beautiful." She whispered and placed it in her hair then the two resumed their walk back home.

Amalia shook her head, giving Aria a sad smile. "Mopsy, you're one of the lucky ones. Your life story is one many girls are going to dream about you know but for many of us, that's all it will be. I know Troy is a good person. Well, he was when I first met him. A young prince, charming, with a very loving personality. Not once did he behave as a snob or think himself better than the others. We spoke a few times and I thought we were friends. I was a fool to think so. He's the prince and I'm just the daughter of a deceased middle class family who lives with her aunt. I'm just a simple delivery girl. He deserves better Mopsy. Someone of his own class. Not a foolish child." Amalia replied softly, her hands playing with the hem of her sleeves. "I would have no trouble giving him a chance, you know that. But what if he doesn't want to give me a chance?"

"Probably." Lyle started. "Do what you tell me to do. Remember how I always tended to ruin everything? And you would always tell me that I had to stop thinking about my title? To set it to the side and be just a regular person?" Lyle started. "Ever think about doing that yourself?" He suggested. Troy let that sink in, Lyle was right. Yes they were princes but sometimes it was best to handle things are regular commoners. With no title over their heads. "I see what you're getting at Lyle. I'm afraid I don't know how to fix the situation though." He admitted, running a hand through his golden hair, clearly flustered. "Just apologize. Don't worry, Aria is probably working her magic on Amalia right now. She has such a way with words." Lyle smiled fondly speaking about Aria. He truly loved her.