“I’ll take good care of it while you’re gone,” Henry told me, his voice going softer for a moment. I had to leave tomorrow, but this tree could stay forever. I’d already grown attached to it, and somehow, it symbolized my life down here in Berrydale Village. “The rosebush we planted last year only lasted a month.” “It’s going to be even windier and colder tonight, though.” I frowned as I watched the pine tree’s wiry branches bend, like they could buckle over at any moment. He loved them more than some people loved their own family.
He pulled a packet of Cocoa Bites cookies out of his pocket, popping one in his mouth and chewing as he watched the tree. “You think it’s going to make it?” I asked, stepping to one side as if I could protect the baby tree from the wind. The sun had just set, painting the sky a dusky grey-blue. We watched as the pine sapling blew to one side, its tiny branches shivering in the wind. His cheeks were always slightly pink, but after being outside so long, tonight they were even ruddier than usual. The tree was small, but it was something we had done together.
But it felt more special than that.Įverything else in my life, I’d never had to earn. All we’d done was dig a little hole, put the tiny tree in, and packed some soil around it. “Yup,” he said, putting his hands on his hips and surveying the front yard like he was a foreman of a construction site. It was one of the many items on my endless list of Reasons I Loved Henry Denton So Damn Much. Henry’s sandy colored hair was whipping side to side in the gusts.
We’d been outside in the front yard for hours, but the icy wind had just started. The evening air was chilly, the kind of cold that signals months of winter ahead. He brushed his hands on the sides of his pants, fresh soil falling to the ground. “This is our tree,” Henry proclaimed proudly, staring at the pine sapling in front of us. We can never be together, or he risks losing the throne. I swear the Sebastian I once knew is still in there, under the frost-cold exterior. His stupid, giant, four-poster, royal bed. The feelings I’ve buried deep inside come rushing back all at once… forbidden feelings included. And I can see something broken in his eyes. Sebastian has become an icy, reclusive prince, set to marry a princess.īut then he’s in front of me. Now eleven years later, I’m back in Berrydale, and I sure as hell don’t want to be. I was shipped off to the mountains, and Sebastian was finally swept away to Frostmonte Castle. Then the queen caught us kissing in the Christmas tree lot. But Prince Sebastian was still my best friend. I grew up in the quaint little village of Berrydale, one of the five towns ruled by Frostmonte Kingdom. He was Prince Sebastian Ambrose, heir to the throne of Frostmonte Kingdom.īut I knew him as my best friend… and hopeless crush.
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