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Vladimir grumbled to himself as he walked through the streets of Castle Town. Everywhere he went, he got stares and whispers from the commoners.

“Is that the crown prince?” “Doesn't he look heavier than usual?” “And is he walking with his stomach exposed?” “To be honest, he looks so much better without his buttons straining.” “He looks so adorable!”

“Damn this gullet of mine,” Vladimir muttered under his breath, looking down at the round ball of Hylian dough that seemed to be much larger than it once was in days past. It was true that he had been indulging himself more and more recently, but it was the time of the year where it seemed gluttony was permitted. Naturally, he drew hellsworth from his elder sister, but his father, the King of Hyrule, didn't seemed bothered by it. Hell, he seemed to welcome it in fact. Something that made the young Hylian cringe in disgust. He needed a break. Hence why he was out walking amongst the common folk today. Sadly, it seemed there was no end to his grief.

“I need something to take the edge off of all this,” Vladimir sighed, feeling a silent but deep rumble from his stomach. He looked around and saw a bakery nearby and decided to treat himself to something sweet. He knew he shouldn't. He had already had more than enough sweets as is. He reasoned that it was just a quick snack, however. Nothing too big. Once he sauntered over to the merchant, he ordered a Boston Cremé Donut and a Strawberry-Kiwi Cake. The merchant asked if he wanted anything else, with Vladimir answering in the negative.

That was when he was bombarded by a few chefs from the kitchens of the bakery who offered him numerous sweet treats!

“Would you like some beignets?” “How about some more cake?” “Or would you prefer some cake stackers, young lord?”

The onslaught angered him to no end. He knew that the moment he drew attention, he would end up making a scene. Worst of all, he didn't have his father to help bail him out and he hated turning down food, feeling that it was disrespectful to those who took the time to honor royalty in any way. Either way, he couldn't win.

“Damn it all to everlasting hell…” Vladimir shrugged. “Zelda better not say a damn thing.”

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Vladimir grumbled to himself as he walked through the streets of Castle Town. Everywhere he went, he got stares and whispers from the commoners.

“Is that the crown prince?” “Doesn't he look heavier than usual?” “And is he walking with his stomach exposed?” “To be honest, he looks so much better without his buttons straining.” “He looks so adorable!”

“Damn this gullet of mine,” Vladimir muttered under his breath, looking down at the round ball of Hylian dough that seemed to be much larger than it once was in days past. It was true that he had been indulging himself more and more recently, but it was the time of the year where it seemed gluttony was permitted. Naturally, he drew hellsworth from his elder sister, but his father, the King of Hyrule, didn't seemed bothered by it. Hell, he seemed to welcome it in fact. Something that made the young Hylian cringe in disgust. He needed a break. Hence why he was out walking amongst the common folk today. Sadly, it seemed there was no end to his grief.

“I need something to take the edge off of all this,” Vladimir sighed, feeling a silent but deep rumble from his stomach. He looked around and saw a bakery nearby and decided to treat himself to something sweet. He knew he shouldn't. He had already had more than enough sweets as is. He reasoned that it was just a quick snack, however. Nothing too big. Once he sauntered over to the merchant, he ordered a Boston Cremé Donut and a Strawberry-Kiwi Cake. The merchant asked if he wanted anything else, with Vladimir answering in the negative.

That was when he was bombarded by a few chefs from the kitchens of the bakery who offered him numerous sweet treats!

“Would you like some beignets?” “How about some more cake?” “Or would you prefer some cake stackers, young lord?”

The onslaught angered him to no end. He knew that the moment he drew attention, he would end up making a scene. Worst of all, he didn't have his father to help bail him out and he hated turning down food, feeling that it was disrespectful to those who took the time to honor royalty in any way. Either way, he couldn't win.

“Damn it all to everlasting hell…” Vladimir shrugged. “Zelda better not say a damn thing.”