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Here ye go. Ye askted for eet.
I had finally found a quiet alcove under some stairs and quickly took up residence in its only seat that was there. It happened to be out of the way of the mass of talking people, and I hoped that, if I leaned up against the wall and closed my eyes, the few that would chance to see me would assume I was asleep and leave me alone. But, unfortunately, that was without taking my cousin into account.
“Adam, my man! What in the world are you doing? You can’t be tired already! Come, and I’ll introduce you to some truly wonderful folks!”
Slowly, I opened my eyes and glared up at his mussed curly black hair. He held out a glass full of some brown stuff towards me.
“Here! Have some coffee punch! It should wake you up!”
I didn’t accept the punch.
“Henry. I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to be here.”
“And why not? Everyone is here! There’s knights and ladies, dukes and duchesses, princes and princesses, kings, queens, and president’s! Come! I’ll introduce you to a couple!”
I crossed my arms.
“No thanks. I don’t want to.”
“Adam! This is a once in a lifetime chance to make some key relations with other important world leaders! You are the crowned prince of the Red Islands after all, and such connections could be pivotal in our future!”
“Our very distant future.”
“You don’t know that! What if your fathers were to have some unfortunate accident and sadly pass from this world? All the responsibilities of ruling our great country would be on you, and key political relations are exactly that! Key! Here, follow me and I will introduce you to the prince and princesses of Kalmainia. They are absolutely charming, and are around our age. In fact, Princess Kareena’s Valburgo Queneeta’s birthday is only a single day from yours!
I closed my eyes again.
“Maybe I’ll be the one to have some unfortunate accident, and then I won’t have to deal with it all. Besides, I doubt asking princesses when they were born is a good way to build key political relations.”
“Oh, you’re incurable! I almost have a mind to drag you over there myself!”
“I’m sure that the crowned prince of the Red Islands being dragged through a crowd of dignitaries and royals by his older cousin will really help us make key relations.”
“Fine.” He went quiet, and I thought I had won. Then, “I’ll bring them over here to meet you! You stay put.”
My eyes flew open and I was out of my seat!
“Henry! No- Wait- Ugh!”
He was already running back into the main hall, nearly taking out a passing butler who was carrying a tray of empty crystal glasses. The butler swerved avoiding my cousin, then over compensated jerking back again. I darted towards him, and was just in time to steady his tray, and avoid a very loud accident. He thanked me profusely, and had just turned to go, when a memory from my childhood came back to me. Quickly I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him where the nearest closet was. He turned slowly and stared at me for a second then blinked and directed me down a side corridor. I thanked him then bolted for my new hideout.
It turned out that even grand palaces have the occasional broom closet, and I, after making sure no one was around to see, stepped in, and closed the door behind me.
I could hear the occasional passing talk as someone or other walked by, and was congratulating myself at foiling my extra-extroverted cousins plans. . . when the doorknob suddenly turned. I froze.
The door was jerked open, and a girl wearing a dark blue sequin dress and a small golden headband quickly stepped in and closed the door behind her.
This. . . was awkward. Do I say something? What does a person do? More importantly, what does a crowned prince do?
A high heel to the arch of my foot answers the questions. I let out a gasp. She let out a gasp. Then we were both frantically clawing for the infuriating doorknob that had somehow moved! I somehow accidentally stomped on some toes, which brought a yelp and an elbow ribs, but I finally managed to find what I was pretty sure was a light switch.
Then, blinding white.
I blinked. Then blinked again, and found myself staring at. . . a purple container of some kind of cleaning solution. There was a moan to my right, and I slowly turned to came face to face with my hideout blue dress intruder. She stared at me with a huge terrified brown eye, and I stared at. . . the door knob, which turned out to be right behind her.
“Um, uh, the door-” I motioned with my hand like I was turning something
She looked behind her, then relief flooded her face, and she snatched at the knob, but suddenly froze.
I sighed. “You have to turn it-”
Voices outside. Or more accurately, a louder jovial voice I knew very well.
“I apologize. My cousin Prince Adam was just over here, and I wanted him to get the honor of meeting you all. He’s a very nice cap, though slightly reserved at first. But, once you get to know him, he’s gold!”
A lady said something, but I couldn’t make out. Then dear Henry again.
“Ah, you get it then. Maybe we could try to find her. Do you think your cousin might be in the gardens?”
And then the talkers were past, and I was ready to get out of here. Slowly, the girl opened the door, peeked out, then looked back at me.
“Sorry”
Then she was gone.
You will love what you spend time with.
Edit:*
Slowly, the girl opened the door, peeked out, then looked back at me.
“Prince Adam?”
I nodded slowly.
“Uh, yes.”
She smiled ever so slightly.
“Sorry.”
And with that, she was gone.
You will love what you spend time with.
*applauds* I like Henry’s and Adam’s personalities. Cousin dynamics are some of my favorites. And the last bit is intriguing. It seems Adam and the girl both had the same idea. You should continue it.
“I like good strong words that mean something!"
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