"Wait a minute, there's a dragon right beside you!!" Cynthia panicked, trying to poke George away with a stick. "I would have had a sword but Mum doesn't want me accidentally stabbing Eric Clapton again."
George of course was not amused by what was going on. "You know you could poke someone's eye out with that, if I wanted to take a princess and lock her in a tower I would have done so already." He grunted.
"Don't mind Georgie here, he's a real glutton and kind of an awkward klutz but he's gone through enough already with his brothers over not being a real dragon in his eyes." John remarked, petting in between his horns. "I took care of him ever since he was just an egg, I was three at the time and ever since we never left each other's side."
"Aw, that does sound sweet.. Although the knights might not agree, they kept panicking about being chased away by two giant dragons spewing tidal waves at them." George grumbled, his older brothers were both water dragons and were in charge of keeping any onlookers away from the barricade hiding the manor. "I'm surprised a rare purple dragon is among you, I heard they're quite reclusive."
"Hey! You also got a faun here y'know?" Paul grumbled.
"Oh yes! We didn't forget about you Macca, fauns are cool too. But I think now we're supposed to find whoever made my guitar before the chapter is done and Phil returns and discovers we snuck out."
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"Excuse me, Mr Epstein?" Cynthia announced, approaching the older man with John's guitar. "Someone here would like to have a word with you."
"It's about my cool new Rickenbacker! I was wondering if you were the one who made this, I mean if you made a harmonica in the same colour that can somehow become a guitar after wishing for one. That is if you're some kind of wizard woodworker guy."
Once Brian took a good look at the instrument, he gave a low sigh. "Those intricate lines, the signature. I was the one who put the spell on your harmonica, but it was my brother Clive who carved it. He was told it was for a very special little boy with a starry twinkle in his eye."
"Really?! Can I speak with him? I bet he might know a thing or two about my Mum and Dad!"
"I... Well... I would love to, but he doesn't live here. Two decades ago a feud begun between the king and queen here with the ones from the opposing kingdom, they were accused of kidnapping."
"Yeah, I know I was told they kidnapped and killed someone. But if they didn't do it why don't they just meet up to have a civil chat to clear their name?"
"That's what I'm hoping for. Queen Julia has been invited to the ball to prove Mum and Dad did nothing wrong, oh! You ought to come too!"
"Me? I mean, I don't even know your name. I'm John by the way."
"John hm? That's a very lovely name. I'm Cynthia Powell, usually with the princess title coming before my name. I wouldn't normally object but I feel like I'm responsible enough to claim the throne and become the new queen now."
"I bet you are too, but what am I supposed to wear to a fancy ball? And it better be playing rock and roll music if you wanna dance with me!"
"Oh don't worry, it's a swinging sixties themed ball. None of that boring posh crap here, oh! Speaking of which I better get ready for the event."
As she left, John and his friends were going back to the tower. "Well Phil, I found out her name. Hope that makes ya happy."
As much as John wanted to spend more time with Cynthia, he knew he had to get back before sundown or else Phil will get suspicious. "Well we managed to sing our way out of that spire, we can sing our way back in and be there in a flash."
