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sister. “First we must wait for my father’s guards to bring us clothes and food.”
Nola thought it best not to make any more inquiries on the subject. This was his world, and he knew its conventions far better than she did. Certainly she was scantily clothed.
“You are beautiful,” he said, looking intently at her in the gentle dawning rays of the sun. “You are very brave to uproot your life and come to another world with me, a stranger. Beautiful not just on the outside.”
Nola tried to run her hand through her hair, but it was hopelessly tangled. There was a white lie for sure! Regardless, she could not hold back her blush this time.
She was, however, able to come back with a brilliant retort. “Ditto,” she said.
Mich looked blank.
Nola felt herself compelled to lean forward and kiss him. Then she met his gaze. Once again she found herself locked in Mich’s sparkling eyes. She wanted to stay that way forever! But she somehow found the strength to turn away.
She stood up and walked over to Spirit, who was gingerly plucking the last of the luberries from the bush with his dexterous equine lips. Meanwhile, Mich gulped down the berries that Nola had left for him. It wasn’t much, but it would do.
The group was startled by the sound of something running through the forest. It was one of the king’s guards. He was waving a piece of parchment in the air.
“Sire! We have found you!” The guard tripped and fell at Mich’s feet. Nola managed to stifle her giggle as Mich reached to help him up.
“What’s going on?” Mich asked. “Is my father okay?”
“No, sire, he’s gone! We have searched since you left. We sent Misty up the mountain to see Madrid.”
Mich held back his alarm and tried to settle himself. He thought he had seen Misty last night but couldn’t figure out why the little graveyard ghost would be out in the forest, especially at night. Misty was terrified of the dark.
“Did Madrid know his whereabouts?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“No, sir. Madrid gave this to Misty and told her to give it to you. She was with us, but she disappeared only a few moments ago. Something is terribly wrong.”
Mich took the paper from the guard. “It seems to be an instruction and a map. It says at the bottom here that by the time I get this she will be gone. What is going on here?”
At that moment, another guard came jogging through the woods. The guard stopped a few yards away and leaned against a tree. He was short, fat and sweaty, and he was panting roughly. Strapped across his shoulder was a large satchel.
“Why [pant] must you always [pant] run so fast [pant], Marcus?” he demanded.
“Come on, you dolt,” Marcus retorted. “Bring the Prince’s clothes!”
The guard stumbled forward and threw the satchel down. “That thing is heavier than that sow you were with last weekend! Hello, Derek!” he said, waving to the guard who arrived the night before.
Marcus turned and cuffed his friend on the side of the head. “Enough! I should have fired you long ago! Now unpack their things so they can get on with this.”
Nola couldn’t help but laugh. She didn’t want to hurt their feelings so tried to cover up by helping them remove the clothing. Her hilarityturned to awe as she removed the dress that was meant for her.
It was beautiful. It was made of red velvet and delicately embroidered with gold thread. The cuffs reminded her of the cuffs of a wedding gown, but were more intricate. There was a bright yellow sash that hung from each of the sleeves. Nola had never seen anything like it. She also found a hair brush and four golden hair combs.
“Forgive me for the dress, unsuitable as it is, but we were in quite a rush,” the fat guard said. “Quickly now, Lady Nola, you must dress and be on your way.”
Nola went behind a dense clump of saplings and dressed. She had a difficult time tying the bodice in the back. It was very tight and smashed her breasts almost flat, causing
Nola thought it best not to make any more inquiries on the subject. This was his world, and he knew its conventions far better than she did. Certainly she was scantily clothed.
“You are beautiful,” he said, looking intently at her in the gentle dawning rays of the sun. “You are very brave to uproot your life and come to another world with me, a stranger. Beautiful not just on the outside.”
Nola tried to run her hand through her hair, but it was hopelessly tangled. There was a white lie for sure! Regardless, she could not hold back her blush this time.
She was, however, able to come back with a brilliant retort. “Ditto,” she said.
Mich looked blank.
Nola felt herself compelled to lean forward and kiss him. Then she met his gaze. Once again she found herself locked in Mich’s sparkling eyes. She wanted to stay that way forever! But she somehow found the strength to turn away.
She stood up and walked over to Spirit, who was gingerly plucking the last of the luberries from the bush with his dexterous equine lips. Meanwhile, Mich gulped down the berries that Nola had left for him. It wasn’t much, but it would do.
The group was startled by the sound of something running through the forest. It was one of the king’s guards. He was waving a piece of parchment in the air.
“Sire! We have found you!” The guard tripped and fell at Mich’s feet. Nola managed to stifle her giggle as Mich reached to help him up.
“What’s going on?” Mich asked. “Is my father okay?”
“No, sire, he’s gone! We have searched since you left. We sent Misty up the mountain to see Madrid.”
Mich held back his alarm and tried to settle himself. He thought he had seen Misty last night but couldn’t figure out why the little graveyard ghost would be out in the forest, especially at night. Misty was terrified of the dark.
“Did Madrid know his whereabouts?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“No, sir. Madrid gave this to Misty and told her to give it to you. She was with us, but she disappeared only a few moments ago. Something is terribly wrong.”
Mich took the paper from the guard. “It seems to be an instruction and a map. It says at the bottom here that by the time I get this she will be gone. What is going on here?”
At that moment, another guard came jogging through the woods. The guard stopped a few yards away and leaned against a tree. He was short, fat and sweaty, and he was panting roughly. Strapped across his shoulder was a large satchel.
“Why [pant] must you always [pant] run so fast [pant], Marcus?” he demanded.
“Come on, you dolt,” Marcus retorted. “Bring the Prince’s clothes!”
The guard stumbled forward and threw the satchel down. “That thing is heavier than that sow you were with last weekend! Hello, Derek!” he said, waving to the guard who arrived the night before.
Marcus turned and cuffed his friend on the side of the head. “Enough! I should have fired you long ago! Now unpack their things so they can get on with this.”
Nola couldn’t help but laugh. She didn’t want to hurt their feelings so tried to cover up by helping them remove the clothing. Her hilarityturned to awe as she removed the dress that was meant for her.
It was beautiful. It was made of red velvet and delicately embroidered with gold thread. The cuffs reminded her of the cuffs of a wedding gown, but were more intricate. There was a bright yellow sash that hung from each of the sleeves. Nola had never seen anything like it. She also found a hair brush and four golden hair combs.
“Forgive me for the dress, unsuitable as it is, but we were in quite a rush,” the fat guard said. “Quickly now, Lady Nola, you must dress and be on your way.”
Nola went behind a dense clump of saplings and dressed. She had a difficult time tying the bodice in the back. It was very tight and smashed her breasts almost flat, causing
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