Mission To The Unknown

The Songbird (10)

Green's smile vanished as he shut the door, the echoing click a stark contrast to the lighthearted laughter they'd shared moments before. Leaning against the door for a moment as the weight of his mission threatened to crush him, he peeked over his shoulder, relief washing over him as he saw the maid had disappeared.

"Breathe, Green". He whispered to himself, forcing his lungs to expand and contract. He needed to stay calm, focused.

His chest ached with a tight, suffocating fear. This plan, this crazy, last-minute concoction, was more than a little terrifying. What if Second was right? What if it didn't work? What if something went wrong?

After forcing his legs to move, he started walking, the echo of his footsteps the only sound in the long, semi-dark hallway. His eyes stayed glued to the floor, a dark reflection of the turmoil raging within him. His fingers unconsciously fidgeted with his short hair, the cool strands a small comfort against the rising anxiety. He closed his eyes, picturing Second alone in the room, waiting for Purple to come confront him.

Poor Second, so calm, so sweet, so trusting. Green had to make this work!

However, he couldn't shake off the memories of Second's words. He could almost hear their voices, the clash of their wills, the simmering animosity boiling over that might or might not happen. He just wished Second hadn't mentioned their hatred for each other, maybe THEN it would've been easier for Green to do his part of the plan. And even though, which might sound a little crazy, he knew Purple would do anything Green ask for, would never say 'not' to him, but the thought of them facing off, their pent-up rage finally exploding, made his stomach churned. He hated to think of the two princes, so different in character, locked in a room together.

"It's okay, Green, just calm down. Don't freak out". He commanded himself, his steps becoming faster as the sound of laughter and music become louder.

He was the songbird, yes, but he was also the key to making this whole plan work. He had to create a distraction, a beautiful, captivating melody that would lull the entire court into a state of blissful ignorance, allowing Second the time he needed to gather the intel. It'll be alright, he'd done this multiple times, all he have to do is be his usual self, be the usual songbird.

Songbird.

Green though, a humorless chuckle escaping him. The old nickname stung, a reminder of how he was often seen, a mere entertainer, a little bird chirping at the whims of the royal family. He loved them dearly, each one of them, but he really hated others calling him something like 'songbird' or 'hummingbird' or even 'little Angel' and any other stupid nicknames like Green doesn't have a freaking name of his own. What everyone doesn't know, is that Green is more than just a chirping, angelic-voiced, little orphan to the royal family. They were his only family, they were his home, and he was their precious treasure.

The image of King Orange's warm smile, adorable Prince Golden's infectious laughter, and even Prince Purple's captivating eyes, filled him with a burst of warmth. He was part of this family, their smiles his affirmation, their trust his reward.

Suddenly, a wave of determination surged through him. He would sing his heart out, not just with his voice, but with every fiber of his being. Maybe he was a songbird, but now, he's a songbird with a mission to be done, and his plan requires a catchy tune. His fear began to fade, replaced by a fiery resolve as he reached the ballroom doors, their vibrant colours a beacon in the dimness.

"Time to sing, Green". He whispered, finally pushing open the door and stepping into the vibrant chaos.

Green's heart pounded in his chest as he stepped into the opulent ballroom. The air was thick with the scent of wealth and wine hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of countless ladies. Diamonds sparkled under the chandeliers, their light bouncing off the silks and satins of the noble guests.