The Mysterious Case of Room 26C

Under the Apple Tree

PART 4

Prince Harold led Siena, the fair maiden he had danced with all night to one of the many palace balconies. He held her hand as they took in the bright starry night above them, "Isn't this just amazing" Siena exclaimed. "Why of course my dear, for you are here tonight with me." The charming prince responded as he gazed at the feminine beauty beside him. Siena showed a shy smile whilst gazing at the ground trying to hide her rose tinged cheeks. They both stayed quiet for a minute soaking in the night air around them, Siena laid her head on the prince's shoulder smiling with content. She was thrilled that he had chosen to dance with her all night. Harold sneaked an arm around Siena's waist and pulled her to him, she let out a little squeak of surprise at his forwardness, but settled down comfortably into his side.

Fridgetta and Natasha were strolling through the palace gardens when they came upon a wonderful sight, it was an apple tree. They both scurried over to the base of the tree seeing if they could find a way to climb up the trunk. There appeared to be no apparent access to the higher branches of the tree, they would have to use a ladder or another means, that's if they thought of any. They both stood, stumped as to how they would get their hands on one of those delicious apples. Fridgetta found a pile of sticks across the path sitting in a garden bed, she grabbed a few and started aiming them at the apples above her. Natasha stood staring at Fridgetta and her strange way of getting an apple from the tree, she shook her head and grabbed a few sticks for herself and joined Fridgetta in their appeal for an apple. After about five minutes of throwing sticks to no avail the both stopped and regrouped, "How on earth are we going to get an apple down at this rate?" Natasha asked. "I don't know, maybe we could get on each other shoulders and try that." Fridgetta offered, "That actually isn't a half bad idea, let's try it! I'll get in your shoulders and see if I can reach an apple, you're taller than me but I have longer arms so we have a better chance of getting an apple with me on top!" Fridgetta suggested. Natasha glance over to Fridgetta and then up to the apples, she shrugged her shoulders and headed over to the girl. "May as well give it a shot." Natasha placed herself in a way that she was offering Fridgetta her shoulders. It took her a moment to mount Natasha's shoulders but she got their eventually. "God it's so hard to stay balanced when you are in such a restricting dress!" Natasha exclaimed, "Oh I almost got it! Just a little to the left." Fridgetta commanded. Natasha obeyed and shuffled over a tad, it seemed that her foot had caught on the edge of a rock. She fell backwards almost immediately hitting her back against the soft crunch of the leaves below her, if the the pain had been worst she may not have noticed the gorgeous blonde on top of her. Fridgetta's hair glowed, catching the moonlight, her face shone with a soft blush hidden beneath her checks. Natasha sat up making Fridgetta slide down Natasha's stomach, Natasha brushed a stray piece of hair out of Fridgetta's face and behind her ear. With that movement it sent a shudder straight down Fridgetta's core, Natasha sensed this slight movement. To make this girl on top of her feel more comfortable she placed a hand behind the girl's head and brought it closer to hers, pressing her lips against Fridgetta's ever so gently. They both smiled against the other's mouth, slightly chuckling to themselves, "It's getting late we should probably start heading back to our rooms." Natasha suggested, "Yeah, I think we should" Fridgetta agreed. The slipped their hands into the other's walking in giddy peace back to their rooms.

The jester, Leon was now in the middle of the courtyard dancing in a circle with an imperial goddess formally known as Grace and her maid-in-waiting Meg. They danced the traditional strut of Calicon, a widely popular dance amongst the young of the country, to perform the dance it must consist of the following people, a member of a royal family, a person who works for the people and a person who serves whomever. They twisted and turned, intertwining their bodies for brief moments before reforming their circle and starting the pattern once again. In and out, right step, forward - oh how marvellous the dance looked from an onlookers perspective and it was just as enjoyable to perform. As the three cheery Caliconian folk, danced their hearts away the clock struck twelve and all was as it seemed. Until...