Runaway Princess

10: Runaway Princess

YeaaaaahhhhhhhhhhYeahhhhhhh I totes wrote this for YOU! You probably don't know what song beat I was singing to you and probably won't ever know. But if you guess you get BONUS POINTS. Sorry, they arent real and you cant use them for anything. EXCEPT IMAGINATION MY LITTLE POOH FLUFFS! 

Holy crackemole guaucemole sermthingmoley, I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS PLLEEEAASEE. 

Honestly guys, I've been using caps a ton of lately. *sigh* Just a faze I suppose. Love you babeses!

BY THE WAY YOU GET TO MEET THE PRINCE IN THIS CHAPTER!!! well....sortof...

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This is it.

The prince is arriving today and we’re ready to steal that gem. From what they’ve described it was the size and shape of a chicken egg, yet light blue. Sometimes I wondered why these stones were so important. The boys often said that the quest came from a man seeking magic. Though the boys called him a ‘blubbering fool’ they were often mesmerized by the jewel my grandmother had given me.

Ella kept the stone around her neck for safe keeping, hidden in the folds of her tunic collar. She let me hold it when I wanted to, but was quick to snap it back up once I was done from my homesick remedy. It seemed as if her eyes were to turn darker when she looked at it. But I assumed it was just the trick of the light and moved on.

I looked at myself in the small mirror hanging against the wall and sighed at the dirt on my cheeks. I slipped the black tunic over my head and straightened it on my body. This would look much better with stockings, I concluded, and then wrapped the thin cloak around my shoulders, leaving the hood down.

I stepped out of the room and eyed the empty hallways. Just a few minutes ago they were bustling as if the price of wheat had gone down two whole silver coins. They were all outside waiting for a chance to see royalty. Who knew they’d been boarding with one in the same inn? I laughed at that. I didn’t even feel like royalty anymore. But somehow I couldn’t shake the title of princess. It was haunting me, chasing me.

My stomached filled with butterflies at the thought of today. I was doing it! A quest, a journey, this was a part in the stories I’d read hundreds of times. I bounced on my feet as I waited for the signal.

The soft pounding of feet irked my attention and I looked in the direction of where it came from. A small figure came running through the halls at full speed and started shouting.

“He’s here! Prince Anthony is here!” He flew passed me without a glance and I recognized the stable boy from before.

Quickly, I turned back and started walking towards the inn exit. Once I made it outside I was swept up in the crowd. It took me a few moments to regain my stance and I followed the steps of the dirty cobbled ground. The sound of trumpets rung through the air and I moved faster, sweat sliding down the back of my neck.

Pushing further into the crowd I reached the front soon enough. It was nice be small of stature sometimes. I craned my neck towards the sound of the trumpets and soon heard the clatter of hooves accompany the noise of it all. The crowd was loud and smelly. The sun was beating down and the humidity made everything sticky, wearing black might’ve not been such a good idea.

“Good people!” The voice was very distant and I was surprised I even picked it up. The crowd quieted to more of a buzz and the movement was less ferocious.

As a cloud passed over the sun I wiped my forehead and scanned the street. The wide open section in the middle where the Prince would pass through was guarded by a mass amount of guards only a few yards apart. They stretched down the street and beyond. It was obvious that the Prince was very important. I’m not sure if even I would have that many guards in a public event.