Meanwhile, Oliver was looking from afar with a telescope when she saw her, the princess, trapped in a tower. Using a magic spell that he had learned, he teleported to the tower. When he appeared, the princess was shocked. "Aaah! Wait a minute! Oliver!!!" she said, hugging him. She asked, "How did you get in here?" "Magic" he replied. "Wait, you're really magic? I thought that was just a joke!" She told him. "No, I really am. Watch," he replied. And with the flick of a wand, he teleported to the other side of the tower room. "Wow!!! That's amazing! Wait, does this mean you can get me out of here?!" she excitedly asked. The boy replied back, "Unfortunately, no, or at least not yet. I still need to learn how to teleport two people at once. Plus, I still have to set up a place for you to sleep in at our house..." "Oh, okay," Emile said, sadly.
"Don't worry! It'll only take me eighteen days. Every night from now, I'll leave a rose in this window..." the boy said, pointing to the only window of the tower. "If a rose doesn't appear, it means I've been captured..." Oliver added. Emile hugged him. She said, "Promise me you'll stay safe." "Of course!" he replied, smiling.
They said farewell and Oliver teleported back, just in the nick of time. The guards suddenly came in. They were sleeping on the job when they suddenly woke up after hearing something. They thought the princess was trying to escape, so they came in.
To their surprise, when they came in, Emile was asleep. She was only pretending, but the guards were convinced. They thought that the loud noise might've just been a bird, crashing onto the tower. It had happened before, quite frequently actually.
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The French Princess and the British Boy
RomanceA short story about a French Princess who, while her kingdom was in the midst of war, wandered off into a forest, not knowing that there she would find the boy that would soon be her love; their relationship to be shattered by her father's rage, but...
