Chapter 11: Come Down

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   "Cortana, will you help Hydra make dinner?" Gator asked.

   "With all do respect, your majesty. I normally go and inform the princesses, it's time for dinner." Cortana replied.

      "I know. However, I want to inform them myself." Gator said.

        "As you wish." Cortana replied as she went to the kitchen.

           Gator, meanwhile, went upstairs to get her daughters. She went into the first room. It had purple walls, a brown floor, black furniture and star imagery everywhere.

            "Twinkle, it's time for dinner." Gator said.

                "Um, mom?" Twinkle asked. "Why isn't Cortana coming around and telling us that?"

               "I told her, I wanted to do it." Gator replied.

               "So, what is she doing?" Twinkle asked curiously.

                "Helping Hydra." Gator replied.

                    "You asked the butler to help the chef?" Twinkle asked in disbelief.

                     "Yes." Gator replied. "Are you coming down to dinner?"

                       "Yeah." Twinkle replied. "Be right down."

                          "Good." Gator said as she left the room. "On to the next room."

                             Gator walked down the hall a little until she came across the next room. She went in and saw that it had light pink walls, a light brown floor, pink and brown furniture, and had heart imagery all over.  "Shimmer." she called.

                          Shimmer didn't answer.

                         "Shimmer, where are you?" Gator called.

                            "I'm in the tub, taking a bubble bath." Shimmer replied.

                               "Oh, ok." Gator said. "It's dinner time, by the way."

        "Alright. I'll get out." Shimmer replied as she did so. "Fair warning, Crystal had a run in with Cherry today."

                         "Cherry? Isn't she, the mean princess from Sweetestria?" Gator asked curiously.

                           Shimmer sighed. "Yep."

                           "Thanks for letting me know." Gator said.

                            "No problem." Shimmer replied.

                           "See you at dinner." Gator said. "I'm going to Crystal's room, now."

                            "Ok." Shimmer said as she heard her mom leave the room.

                                            ~Time Skip~

                             "I'll knock, this time." Gator thought to herself as she gently knocked on the door.

                             "Come in, Cortana." Crystal said.

                              "It's not Cortana." Gator replied as she opened the door and entered the room. The room had light yellow walls, a brown floor, black furniture and diamond imagery everywhere, surprisingly more than Shimmer and Twinkle's rooms.

                                    "Oh, hi." Crystal said.

                                      "Shimmer told me, you had a bad day, today." Gator said.

                                     "Yeah, I did." Crystal replied. "Cherry is such a jerk." 

                                      "Well, I'm sure you won't have any classes with her." Gator assured.

                                         Crystal shook her head. "Every royal has to take manners class during their first week, except her."

                                         "What are you getting at?" Gator asked.

                                          Crystal sighed. "I have to deal with Cherry during my first week."

                       "You can do it." Gator said. "You and your sisters are stronger than any of you realize."

                                            "Thanks, mom." Crystal replied. "I needed to hear that."

                                            "Glad to see you're feeling better." Gator said.

                                           "Can I go down to dinner, with you?" Crystal asked.

                                           "Of course." Gator replied with a smile as they walked out of the room and down towards the dining room.


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