Fed up with their strong-headed, rebellious son, the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Terrigal come up with a plan for him to settle down by sending invitations to all the eligible young women of the land, to contest for his love, much to the Prince...
With the help of Mr. Greene who feigned been business partners with Alex in front of Emmanuel to help keep his true identity a secret, Mr. Greene showed him a shortcut that led into the next street from which he could easily make his way to the center of the town and blend in with the crowd.
Walking into the next street, Alex noticed that it was just like the one that he had come from, it still held onto its original layout and small town charm, but he couldn't stop to admire it and take it in because of the guards that his parents had sent after him. Following the sound of people's voices, music and cars he walked down the street and made a sharp turn at the end and came to the developed part of town that he had rode into. Ducking his head, he walked into the crowd of people, hearing them talking about him and the guards.
"Did you see those SUVs?"
"The King sent the palace guards here?"
"What did the Prince do?"
"Why do they think that he is here? He hasn't been seen here in years."
"Prince Alexander here in town?"
"Where could he be?"
"Why would he come here?"
All these questions and many more were said as Alex continued to walk through the town, trying to blend in with its people. Some of the questions were a little offensive and did hurt, but he couldn't blame them because they were true even though they seemed very blunt. In a way, he did reject his own people by not visiting the town from time to time to see its progress and how the people were doing, because of his selfishness.
Pondering, he did not see the SUVs coming down the road until they were beside him and without thinking, he jumped into the nearest shop, stumbling a little but managed to regain his balance as the cars drove by. Releasing a sigh of relief, his nose wrinkled at the overpowering floral smell and he looked to see that he was in a flower shop.
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There were seeds, plants and flower bouquets everywhere; from the windows to the floor, shelves of them and even hanging down from the ceiling. It sounded chaotic but it wasn't. It was organised very well that you would have thought that you jumped straight into a greenhouse of some sort or even the woods. It was beautiful and charming.
"Hello, can I help you?" Startled by the voice, Alex pivoted around to the source and saw that it was a girl.
Judging from her appearance, she looked to be between the ages of seventeen and nineteen and very pretty too. She had skin the colour of honey, almost olive in tone with dark brown wavy hair that fell in soft, waves to her midback, amber coloured eyes, pink pouty lips, a heart shaped face with a slender figure and she was quite tall too. From visual observation only, Alex guessed that she stood around five-foot-nine inches to five-foot-ten inches.
"Umm...no, no. I was just taking a look." Alex answered after clearing his throat.
The girl squinted her eyes at him out of curiosity. She had never seen him in town before and he looked as though he were hiding or avoiding someone.
"You. With me, you four spread out over there." Alex looked back at the door, panicked by how close the guard's voice was.
"Can you help me?" Alex asked the girl.
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Excuse me-"
"Please!" He begged.
The girl blinked a couple of times before she nodded her head, a nagging feeling and voice at the back of her head telling her to help him.
"You can hide behind the counter."
Looking at the window to see of the guards were near and didn't see them, Alex quickly went over to the counter and ducked down behind it, and a moment later, he heard the door to the shop open and heavy footsteps walk in.
"Good day gentlemen, how can I help you?" Alex heard the girl ask them professional.
"We are searching for Prince Alexander on request from his parents that he is return to the palace immediately. He is needed there." That same guard who gave the orders stated matter-of-factly.
"The Prince?" Alex could hear the confusion in the girl's voice. "What will he be doing here in town? He hasn't been here in years."
"We don't know that either, but we were notified that he was seen riding into town."
"Okay, well I'm afraid that I haven't seen him. I don't even know how he looks like now." The girl replied, muttering the last part to herself.
"Okay, thank you for you time Miss and have a nice day."
"Likewise."
Alex waited patiently for the door to open again.
"...Okay, you can come out now."
"Thank you."
"Why are you hiding from the guards. What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"Look, I know just met you but you obviously did something. Do you know where those guards come from?...They are the royal family's guards.
"So?"
"So?!" The girl's eyes widened at his carelessness to such a serious matter. "They could have you beheaded or hanged."
Alex couldn't help but laugh at this. "We leave in the modern world. I'm pretty sure those things are illegal now."
The girl released a exasperated sigh, folded her arms and looked away just as her eyebrows knitted. "Why would they think that the Prince is here?...He doesn't care about the town or its people."
For some reason, Alex felt this time that he needed to defend himself. "What if his just too busy? He is a Prince after all."
The girl scoffed. "So are Prince Harry and Prince William but they don't stay in the Buckingham Palace all year around. They check up on they're people and even travel the world, to help aid people that are need of food and medical supplies. So what's so special about Prince Alexander?"
Alex didn't have anything to say to this. "Well, I better leave. Thank you again for helping me." Was all he said and walked out of the shop.
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•Zendɑyɑ ɑs The Girl In The Flower Shop
Zendɑyɑ obviously doesn't hɑve dɑrk brown hɑir but in the story, I visuɑlise her with dɑrker hɑir.
