Kaiyle was lost in his music........this was the reason he came here, alone.........to be with himself, and indulge in the comforting luxuries he enjoys most, like his guitar.
The song still wasn't coming to him in full, but luckily he found pleasure in his own wordings that he added onto it.
Sadly however his moment of musical escape, was interrupted by his phone ringing on the ground.
Of course his first thought was to ignore it, and that he did. But as the caller kept calling, never seeming to relent, he felt it wise to just go ahead and pick up the phone.
"Kaiyle!? Oh thank goodness, dear..........i'm afraid i have some news." said Ema, not letting the prince even mutter a simple "Hello", before she began talking. Something that caused the young man to sigh before leaning back in his chair and looking ahead.
Shock instantly registered on his face, when far ahead at the back of the theatre, there stood none other than; the princess.
His face calmed after a few seconds, and his voice grew stern.
"Let me guess, you disobeyed my orders, let the girl out, and now she's missing inside the palace?"
Emas side of the line was dead for several seconds, before the old woman finally spoke up in a soft tone, completely bewildered.
"H-how, did you know that??"
"Because....." Kaiyle paused, while he briefly jumped off the stage and began to make his way towards the young girl.
"........she's directly in front of me. Send the guards to the second floor theatre, now!"
After hanging up his flip-phone, the prince was now only a yard or so away from the girl. Much to his surprise, she hadn't moved.
"You're either bold.........or foolish." he said flatly, before grabbing her forearm and pulling her towards him. "And by the lack of bravado coming from you, i'd pick the latter of the two."
Kaiyles handling of the woman wasn't overly brutish, but it wasn't warm and fuzzy either, as he pushed her into a near-by seat and then stood across the aisle from her, and stared.
Her attire would suggest to one who didn't know better, that the girl was of equal standing to him. From the silk-like skirt, which was rather short in the front, yet long and graceful in the back, to the high-cut top....sporting sleeves that softly fell off her shoulders, in the same graceful manner the back of her skirt fell - the two being connected by mere jewels that lined down the girls stomach.
In reality though, she was far from his equal here.....she was his prisoner, and at the moment, his latest annoyance.
"Where the hell are they....." he spat under his breath, before shoving his hands in his pockets.
To say he wasn't comfortable with the current atmosphere, would be an understatement. Not because he wasn't capable of talking to women, but because not only was it strange to hold someone of her stature as a prisoner,but there was just something inherently innocent about the girl, that made him feel..........uncomfortable. And the last thing he wanted her to do was begin conversing with him, on any level.
"Forget this!" Kaiyle spat after waiting for what felt like an addition thirty minutes, but in reality was only ten or so.
The young prince pulled the young woman up by her wrist, as gently as one in an annoyed rush could be, and then made his way through the doors, and into the hallways.
If they wouldn't hurry to him, he'd hurry with the girl, to them.
The song still wasn't coming to him in full, but luckily he found pleasure in his own wordings that he added onto it.
Sadly however his moment of musical escape, was interrupted by his phone ringing on the ground.
Of course his first thought was to ignore it, and that he did. But as the caller kept calling, never seeming to relent, he felt it wise to just go ahead and pick up the phone.
"Kaiyle!? Oh thank goodness, dear..........i'm afraid i have some news." said Ema, not letting the prince even mutter a simple "Hello", before she began talking. Something that caused the young man to sigh before leaning back in his chair and looking ahead.
Shock instantly registered on his face, when far ahead at the back of the theatre, there stood none other than; the princess.
His face calmed after a few seconds, and his voice grew stern.
"Let me guess, you disobeyed my orders, let the girl out, and now she's missing inside the palace?"
Emas side of the line was dead for several seconds, before the old woman finally spoke up in a soft tone, completely bewildered.
"H-how, did you know that??"
"Because....." Kaiyle paused, while he briefly jumped off the stage and began to make his way towards the young girl.
"........she's directly in front of me. Send the guards to the second floor theatre, now!"
After hanging up his flip-phone, the prince was now only a yard or so away from the girl. Much to his surprise, she hadn't moved.
"You're either bold.........or foolish." he said flatly, before grabbing her forearm and pulling her towards him. "And by the lack of bravado coming from you, i'd pick the latter of the two."
Kaiyles handling of the woman wasn't overly brutish, but it wasn't warm and fuzzy either, as he pushed her into a near-by seat and then stood across the aisle from her, and stared.
Her attire would suggest to one who didn't know better, that the girl was of equal standing to him. From the silk-like skirt, which was rather short in the front, yet long and graceful in the back, to the high-cut top....sporting sleeves that softly fell off her shoulders, in the same graceful manner the back of her skirt fell - the two being connected by mere jewels that lined down the girls stomach.
In reality though, she was far from his equal here.....she was his prisoner, and at the moment, his latest annoyance.
"Where the hell are they....." he spat under his breath, before shoving his hands in his pockets.
To say he wasn't comfortable with the current atmosphere, would be an understatement. Not because he wasn't capable of talking to women, but because not only was it strange to hold someone of her stature as a prisoner,but there was just something inherently innocent about the girl, that made him feel..........uncomfortable. And the last thing he wanted her to do was begin conversing with him, on any level.
"Forget this!" Kaiyle spat after waiting for what felt like an addition thirty minutes, but in reality was only ten or so.
The young prince pulled the young woman up by her wrist, as gently as one in an annoyed rush could be, and then made his way through the doors, and into the hallways.
If they wouldn't hurry to him, he'd hurry with the girl, to them.