Mamacita and Papita

"Here he is! Our hero!"

Surprised. Astonished. Confused.

I was feeling all the above emotions, along with other few I couldn't quite name or distinguish a line upon.

I walk I along with Jane who seems quite well, contrasting to my stupefied self.

"Ah, daughter. Are you well?"

"Yes father. He has kept me well." I blush when the king gives me a notorious gaze. Instinctively, I shake my head but it only caters to my embarrassment.

"I am very proud of you, my son. You've saved my people, and my family. Especially my princess." he says as he affectionately caresses Jane's head.

"It was my duty, your majesty. But I'm quite perplexed because I have kept your daughter's identity hidden no more." I apologetically speak to which he just smiles.

"It's alright my son. I've seen the video a bunch of times, and I've observed..." My eyes widen, waiting for him to continue.

"...I observed how you kept her safe, under your vision. I could say what were your thoughts at that moment, my son. You wanted to keep her safe, but you trust no one. So you brought her with you and kept her under your vigilance. I must appreciate your thoughts, Ronald Jones. That was very considerate of you to think that way."

Oh...

"Also..." he beckons me closer and I'm trapped in a bone crushing embrace.

"I trust you with my daughter very much, my son. You keep her safe, you have my respect." he says and I feel at ease.

Finally. I feel at ease.

The queen approaches me and kisses my cheek which grows red from all the attention and praises.

"Papa! I think the elemental is a bit shy~" Jane teases me in a sing a song voice and I whine like a baby.

"Haha! You're quite different, I must say." The queen spoke up.

"You're different than most alphas Ronnie boy. My Jane is one lucky girl eh?" she added and I chuckled at that. I saw Jane grow red under my gaze and I thought it was enough. The poor girl was becoming a tomato.

"Ronald."

"Yes, father?"

"I would like to invite your parents for a dinner tonight, my boy."

"Certainly, father. Consider it done."

Oh...

It's going to be my parents' first time visiting the palace then...

Hence, as a responsible, impeccable, wonderful son I am of them, I will make their first time visiting the palace as grand as possible.

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"Momma, papa are you guys ready?" The mates answer simultaneously at me making me chuckle. I was waiting for the two as I ticked on my watch dial with my nail, keeping myself pretty entertained.

"Ronnie darling? How do I look?" My mother asks excitedly, her face glowing with a natural color. The beige dress was complimenting her skin to the best of its nature.

"Mom you look stunning. You're one lucky man Mr. Jones!" I shout to my dad who just came out of the room in a crisp suit and a handsome hairstyle.

Oh my good lord!

So that's where all of my good looks come from!

"My woman, child. Stay away." My dad plays along but earns a loving slap on his chest. I laugh and get up to give them an affectionate hug.

"Mom, dad, thank you for raising me to be what I am today. I love you both."

My emotions were just as transparent as water, my gratitude towards them even more so.

And we part.

The ride to Palace was blissful as my parents kept aging at the large structures as we kept going into the citadel of the capital city.

Half and hour later, we stand in front of a polite Butler who welcomes us inside the grand building.

"Thank you for assisting in, Mr. Han. I'd wish to be walking alone with my parents. We know our way." The Butler doesn't say another word and he leaves with a smile.

"Feeling better?" I ask my parents who I sensed feeling suffocated in the presence of the Butler. They were nervous of course, just like when I came to the palace for the first time.

"Much better, baby." I smile and get behind them as they walk slowly, assessing each and every beautiful groove and curve engraved on the white walls, the beautiful medieval paintings complimenting the already beautiful walls.

"How is it?"

"Seriously. This place feels like heaven more than a palace Ronnie baby." I noticed how my mom kept addressing me 'baby', a natural habit of hers when she's very happy or delighted with everything around her.

"Isn't it crazy?"

"The whole situation is crazy. Ever since your birth and we finding out that our boy was an elemental... everything in our peasant lives has been crazy since." I laugh at my dad's verbal thoughts, though not liking it when he called himself a peasant.

"Dad..." I suddenly stop in front of him and take his rough hands in mine. All the hard work he does in the field...I can feel it in the roughness of his hands.

How luck am I exactly??

"We are NOT peasants. No one, in this modern world is, papa. You're an amazing person and that's what I believe is a necessary criteria to judge a human being. Not a peasant, dad. Never a peasant." I look at them both as they exchange loving glances before hugging me tight.

"Okay. But we're a lower cadre than your mate and their family."

"Again, mom. I don't think they've ever known any farmer's hardships. So I suggest you both to be yourselves, in front of the royalty or not."

It was easy to say, but hard to act upon.

It was always hard to try and maintain a dignified figure around the royalty when you aren't the one who was brought up like that. The ethics, the way you carry yourself and they way you manifest your thoughts into proper detailing of words is a hard task. Has always been.

And that's why the Royals are respected, because they suppress all the emotions inside of them, a turmoil of vague emotions which cannot be expressed when you're considered a Royal one.

This world is truly a circus, isn't it?

"Ready to meet the king and queen, My lovely mamacita and papita?"