“The crown prince?”
“Didn’t I tell you?” he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, “my mother is queen of the Northern Faery Realm. As the first-born son, I am the crown prince. Not only someday will I be expected to do Santa’s duties, but I’ll also have to do the Fairy Queen’s duties. It was a lot of pressure for a young boy to manage so I decided to get money to run away from home. I wanted to go live with my uncle where I’d have only one job to fulfill. Instead, I have to take on two huge roles with no exception and its always seemed unfair to me. They got to choose who they married. They complain all the time about how busy each of them is, but they seem to miss the fact they want me, an individual person, to do two roles. I was particularly angry one year after my mother ins
