" With the rightful heir returned back to her throne, the people rejoiced as the little Prisoner Princess changed her kingdom for the better. The End. "
Philomel reads the last line as she closes the book, looking down at Little One laying down on her lap. Little One reaches out, touching the book and tracing the spine with his little finger.
" Oh, thank the gods it's finally over!"
Amon exclaimed with much joy as he stood over the fire, stirring the freshly made stew and tasting it.
" What?! You should be sad that there isn't more of it! It's the best story, ever!"
Philomel pouted as she stood from the weirdly clean bed, carrying Little One in her arms.
" What you mean?!!! 50 percent of the whole story is the princess doing something dumb and the knight having to leap in and save her! Then out of everything he did for her! She rather falls in love at first with some random Prince who she doesn't even know! Then pulling the Knight around, ordering him around. Getting angry at him for being a little suspicious of the Prince. Then doesn't even say sorry when he was right about the Prince. She's literally such a kind of loving princess to everyone except for him.
Give the poor guy a break, all he ever did was love her, all he ever wanted was to stay by her side and protect her. The 70 percent of the book is like torment for the knight and finally. Finally, in the end, she finally loves him and they can be together but then he goes and does a stupid thing by jumping in front of the princess's sword. Ok fine! I understand that he wanted to shield her from the arrow aimed at her head but he could have pushed her hand down. Why must leap into her sword like that?! That was dumb. It's so dumb!"
Amon complained in disbelief as he poured some stew into the milk bottle. Philomel pulled up the baby chair behind Amon and placed Little One in the baby chair. Little One tosses the book playfully onto the table after getting bored of feeling the groves on its spine.
" But!! Isn't that such a romantic thing?! Loving someone to the point you're willing to die for them and never asked for anything in return other than staying by your side. Awww!! Isn't he a dream boat?! That's what it means to be a true hero! That's what it means to prove your love to another!"
Philomel squeals like a fan girl in delight as she grabs the book to her chest and hides her mouth behind her new book. She shook with much excitement as she lets out another squeal.
" That's plain madness right there. There are many ways to express love to one another. Dying for someone shouldn't be the only option! Heck! It shouldn't even be an option! Why is it necessary to prove true love in only this way?"
Amon questioned with many exclamations as he hands the milk bottle to Little One.
" Romantic! Awww, so Romantic! Amon doesn't like romantics. Let's read it 10 times!"
Philomel sweetly says with much awe as she spun around the room with the book held to her heart.
" Oi! Are you listening? That story is the furthest thing from reality and even a real relationship. Keep reading that to Little One and he might actually believe that is it normal to throw his life in the name of love and might even try to do so in many situations where it isn't needed. Just like that knight! The knight has so many other options to protect her. He didn't need to die. I suggest that you stop filling your head with that mumbo jumbo."
Amon suggested as Little One took a sip from the milk bottle and started to fuss. Amon's attention drew to Little One as the baby whined and squirmed before throwing the milk bottle at the table. Thankfully Amon was already standing next to the baby and managed to catch the milk bottle.
" It isn't nonsense! What's so wrong about wanting true love like in the story?! Besides it's my head! It's my decision what I fill it up with! "
Philomel snapped back with a pout but when she turned to look at Amon, she noticed Little One fussing and kicking in the baby chair.
" What's wrong Little One? Not hungry? That's very unlike you."
Amon questioned as he pats Little One's head and tries to give him the bottle. Little One refused and kept looking away from the bottle.
" Aiii Uhhhhh ."
Little One whined.
" What's up with him?"
Philomel wondered out loud as she placed her book on the table and close the distance between her and Amon.
" I don't know, it looks like he doesn't want to eat."
Amon answered with a sigh as he rubs his neck.
" Pass the bottle to me."
Philomel ordered as she took the bottle from Amon's hand. Taking the bottle to the kitchen counter, she opens up the milk bottle.
" The things here are clean right?"
Philomel asked as she looks at Amon over her shoulder.
" Probably but I don't trust this place. There's water in the pail, give it a rinse before using."
Amon shook his head as he joins Philomel's side. Philomel took a bowl and spoon and rinse it as Amon asked. Before pouring the stew out of the milk bottle and into the bowl.
" Still very weird how this whole place is spotless even though no one has used it for years."
Amon commented as he pulls out a pan from the counter. The pan was clean as well which made Amon even more suspicious as he placed it back.
" The spirit allowed us to stay here. Maybe all this is the magic of the spirit? Either way, we should be grateful that we can stay in such a clean place like this for the night. "
Philomel reminded as she stir the pot, searching the pot that contains the stew. Talking out a carrot and potato and putting it into the bowl.
" True. What are you doing anyway?"
" The baby is probably bored of the same stew. We have been feeding him the same thing for days. So I thought we could put that one tooth to good use and let him try something new. "
Philomel informed as she brought the bowl to Little One and sat next to the baby.
" Mash it up a little bit more then. Even though it's soft, best make sure he doesn't choke on it."
Amon suggested as he rinse a wooden plate and place it in front of Philomel. Little One feeling curious about what was Philomel doing lean over from the baby chair, silently watching her. Philomel takes out the carrot from the stew and places it on the plate along with the potato.
" Look baby, it's something new. Ooooh, how interesting. Wondering how it tastes? You want some?"
Philomel baby talked to Little One as she mashed up the carrot and feeds it to Little One. Little One was hesitant at first but after getting used to the taste he squeals in delight.
" Oh, that worked! Little One is getting picky. Aww! What a picky squeak squeak you are! Yes, you are! Yes, you are!"
Amon chimed as he placed a serving of stew in front of Philomel and himself before taking a seat next to Philomel. Little One laughed as he slowly slurps the stew from the wooden spoon.
" Look at him. He's making a mess."
Philomel giggled as she stopped feeding him for a moment and wipes his mouth with a cloth.
" Little One is growing up so fast. He's already taking his first steps and zooming about."
Amon commented with a smile between bites of his dinner.
" We best be careful around him. I think we best stop saying helmet around him too. Our actions should be becoming more influential on him."
Philomel thought out loud as she feeds Little One.
" Which is why I thought you should stop reading that book to Little One. It isn't child friendly."
Amon reminded.
" But there aren't any adult scenes and the battle scenes aren't that detailed. Little One needs to hear more words if he's planning on talking. "
Philomel pointed out with a waving spoon.
" True, I just hope he doesn't grow up with a warped fantasy about proving love to another."
Amon said with a sigh.
" It doesn't matter. Little One isn't going to be with us for that long. We'll find him a good home in the next village since this one has a weird plague."
Philomel shrugged as she continued to feed Little One. Dread instantly overcame Amon with a frown. The inevitable caught up to him again, one of the many prices he must pay for the future of his tribe.
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