Kaiyle had made his way back up to the second floor, and all the way down it's hallway. If you opened the large tall doors at the end of the hall, you'd walk into the back of a roomy theatre......with nearly 20 rows of seats, in front of a long black stage with royal red and gold curtains. And there on that stage, the prince sat, eyes closed, playing his beloved guitar.
Even if your ear were musically untrained, it was obvious the prince was of expert level.........so much so, if one approached the theatre doors, they'd likely think it was a classically trained guitarist on the radio.
Kaiyles voice wasn't the best, but it was far from the worse.........and so as he played, the young prince began to sing a melody he had heard for the first time just a week ago, in the capital city.
The lyrics he remembered only slightly, so while playing he'd often stop and write down lyrics he remembered, and ones he ab-libbed in, on a piece of paper atop a stool next to him.
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Ema was in her own little world as she whipped up a fruit smoothie of sorts.
The cook then pulled out a small plate and began placing crackers on it. It was nearly fifteen minutes later when she started to make her way towards to door......which was already open.
"Oh dear, i left this open? I could of sworn i had closed it.......oh wells!" the woman said to herself, before continuing on her way towards the princess.
But when she arrived to the bench she had left the girl at, it was empty. "Dear?? Where are you?" Ema called out.......receiving no response, which prompted her to place the glass and plate down on the bench and then find the nearest guard, who happened to be quite distracted from conversing with Kreggan.
"You, where is the princess?" she asked the guard calmly, only to receive a confused look in return.
"What do you mean Ema, she's right over-" the guard stopped as he lifted his hand, noticing quickly that the bench he pointed to was now empty.
"She was, i swear, she was right there!! I don't know where she went, i guess, i must of........not been paying attention!?" the suddenly nervous guard said, shakily. Ema just shook her head from side to side, before cupping her forehead in her hand.
"Oh dear......if we can't find the girl in five minutes, we're going to have to call the other guards....and Kaiyle. The prince is going to have your head hun."
The guard knew Emas words to be true, so after placing Ringo back in his room, the threesome of him, Ema, and Kreggan began to run around the massive gardens.
But after several minutes Ema came to a stop. "Oh no, the door......." she said, before turning around and staring back at the kitchen door now hundreds of yards away from her.
"What about a door??" asked the guard a few yards away from her. "The door to the kitchen was open when i came out.........i thought i had perhaps left it open when i entered, but i'd never do such a thing. It was the girl i bet you...........she must be inside the palace now!!"
The guards face quickly became depressed, knowing that he HAD to call in reinforcements, for the princess could be anywhere by now.
As the young guard ran to make contact with the others, Ema reached into her waist-apron, pulled out her mobile phone, and began to dial the princes personal number.
"Come on son, pick up......" the woman whispered to herself, as the phone line rang for the third and forth time..
Even if your ear were musically untrained, it was obvious the prince was of expert level.........so much so, if one approached the theatre doors, they'd likely think it was a classically trained guitarist on the radio.
Kaiyles voice wasn't the best, but it was far from the worse.........and so as he played, the young prince began to sing a melody he had heard for the first time just a week ago, in the capital city.
The lyrics he remembered only slightly, so while playing he'd often stop and write down lyrics he remembered, and ones he ab-libbed in, on a piece of paper atop a stool next to him.
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Ema was in her own little world as she whipped up a fruit smoothie of sorts.
The cook then pulled out a small plate and began placing crackers on it. It was nearly fifteen minutes later when she started to make her way towards to door......which was already open.
"Oh dear, i left this open? I could of sworn i had closed it.......oh wells!" the woman said to herself, before continuing on her way towards the princess.
But when she arrived to the bench she had left the girl at, it was empty. "Dear?? Where are you?" Ema called out.......receiving no response, which prompted her to place the glass and plate down on the bench and then find the nearest guard, who happened to be quite distracted from conversing with Kreggan.
"You, where is the princess?" she asked the guard calmly, only to receive a confused look in return.
"What do you mean Ema, she's right over-" the guard stopped as he lifted his hand, noticing quickly that the bench he pointed to was now empty.
"She was, i swear, she was right there!! I don't know where she went, i guess, i must of........not been paying attention!?" the suddenly nervous guard said, shakily. Ema just shook her head from side to side, before cupping her forehead in her hand.
"Oh dear......if we can't find the girl in five minutes, we're going to have to call the other guards....and Kaiyle. The prince is going to have your head hun."
The guard knew Emas words to be true, so after placing Ringo back in his room, the threesome of him, Ema, and Kreggan began to run around the massive gardens.
But after several minutes Ema came to a stop. "Oh no, the door......." she said, before turning around and staring back at the kitchen door now hundreds of yards away from her.
"What about a door??" asked the guard a few yards away from her. "The door to the kitchen was open when i came out.........i thought i had perhaps left it open when i entered, but i'd never do such a thing. It was the girl i bet you...........she must be inside the palace now!!"
The guards face quickly became depressed, knowing that he HAD to call in reinforcements, for the princess could be anywhere by now.
As the young guard ran to make contact with the others, Ema reached into her waist-apron, pulled out her mobile phone, and began to dial the princes personal number.
"Come on son, pick up......" the woman whispered to herself, as the phone line rang for the third and forth time..