A Princess Named Harry: Book 2

Chapter 65

"Your ribbon! Your hair came undone! Where is your ribbon?"

Harry began to look frantically for Nathaniel's missing blue ribbon. He had hated his long hair, but he had been too lazy to cut it off. Instead, he tied it up with a ribbon he'd managed to snag at the palace during the royal's welcome home party.

Nathaniel watched Harry. While doing so, he began to get a sense of deja vu. "What happened to all that inspirational stuff you were spitting out earlier?" It really was deja vu. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"

Harry turned to him with a worried look on her face. "I'm sorry," she squeaked.

"Don't apologize!" shouted a flustered Nathaniel.

His loud voice made Harry even more nervous. "I'm so sorry," she said loudly.

"I said don't apologize!"

"O-okay, I'm sorry!"

"You-" Nathaniel paused and sighed, "You really haven't changed."

Harry couldn't find Nathaniel's missing ribbon. It must have been blown far away from view. She walked back up to him and took her hair down.

"You-what are you doing?!"

"While this isn't the same as your lost ribbon, it should make a fine replacement."

Harry walked behind him and began to put his hair up in the same fashion it had been in before.

"You!" he screamed. "What are you doing? What makes you think I want your hair tie? It's probably gross! And who gave you permission to touch my hair?"

"I know," Harry replied quietly. "I'm sorry."

Nathaniel, with his strawberry-looking face, quietly muttered, "I told you not to apologize, geez." He said nothing more and let Harry finish putting his hair up.

"All done!" she cheered.

"Heh, I wonder how it looks," laughed Nathaniel. "You're a princess, after all, do you even know how to do hair?"

"Yes," Harry energetically nodded. "I used to do it all the time."

"And why would a princess be doing her own hair? You have maids for that."

"Ah, well, it's because before-" Harry paused; she didn't know if she should continue.

"I know, I know," Nathaniel responded. "It's because you weren't always a princess before, right?"

Harry's mouth flew open. "H-how . . . how did you know that?"

"You told me before, remember?"

"I did?!"

"Really, this girl . . ."

Nathaniel sighed, "You aren't the brightest, are you?"

"I'm sorry!"

"Quit apologizing! Why do you keep doing that?"

After a flustering conversation between the two, Nathaniel knew it was time for her to face her next opponent. "Come on," he said in a rather sad tone. "I'll take you to him."

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When they caught up to him, Harry was dismayed. Some of the knights from the armies had forced their way through and were violently fighting each other. In the center of the chaos was Kahil and Varian. They had abandoned their horses. They seemed to be going at each other the hardest.

"Varian," Harry quietly muttered.

"Well, shouldn't you be going?"

Harry was put off by Nathaniel's words.