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Tino POV
The beat of the music vibrated the town as I walked down the darkened shadow filled alley ways of the city. The festival had started yesterday and within twenty-four hours it had blown up to engulf the southern edges of the city, with separate bands of wagons making camps a bit further from the city to ensure privacy from prying eyes of the church and the guards.
We were nomads, travelers, bohémiens, and gypsies, and most people weren't too fond of us. We were okay with that though, we had each other. I smiled to myself as I looked around seeing broken glass in the alley and carefully avoided it, only to falter and land on my knees. I whimpered slightly feeling the rough stones dig into my knees and looked down to see a small puddle from the recent rain. I stared down at it and saw myself.
Dark violet eyes, pale blonde hair, along with some pretty feminine features, I came to the conclusion I wasn't the most intimidating person, but at least I wasn't hideous. I smiled slightly, I might not find a wife, the thought made me laugh, a wife, like hell. I was one of the few in my little group that prefered my own gender, and as long as I didn't make it too widely known I was fine, then again being a dancer and being a guy set off alarms in some people's heads.
Pulling myself out of my thoughts I sat up and examined my knees. One of which had a small cut but nothing I couldn't handle. I heard a slight commotion and looked down to the end of the alley, to see a tall man walking in my direction. Well shit. I thought to myself. As previously stated, most people weren't too fond of us. I looked down as he went to pass me hoping to avoid being kicked or worse, when he stopped. I bit my lip and kept my eyes down, he had turned toward me and from the look of his shoes, which were very nice, he wasn't exactly a commoner.
I heard him clear his throat as if he wanted to say something, so slowly I looked up to him, only to see his hand extended as if to help me. I couldn't see his face from my angle, but his hair seemed to stick out in every direction. As for his hand, I didn't know how to respond, and thus, I froze and deciding to play it safe looked back down.
He must have noticed this because I heard something that resembled a sigh and before I could react, there were two hands around my waist and I was hoisted into the air. I bit my lip and looked down at this stranger who seemed slightly surprised at how light I was as he set me back on my feet. I murmured a thank you. When there was loud footsteps at the end of the alley he had come from, this time there were two men in guard uniforms.
I turned questioningly to the man who had helped me only to find that he had disappeared. I looked back to the guards to see them running down the alley and shove past me without a second glance, as I was pushed to the cold brick wall. Then they were gone. He had probably been a criminal, or wanted for something. I thought as I adjusted my clothing and walked down to the end of the alley and into the open street.
The street was wide with packed down dirt and tall buildings on either side. At the end of the street there was a large amount of people gathered around a small platform with dancers on it. Here we are. I smiled and jogged over to the platform moving in between the body of people watching almost hypnotized by the dancers with their flowing shirts and pants and the slight jingle of the attached coins as they moved with the music.
I pulled my scarf from my bag and hopped up on the platform, smiling at the ones I knew. I proceeded to dance and hum along to the music. This is what I loved to do, from when I was a small child I would dance with the dancers, some days I was up here and others I was on my own to provide a show. I didn't care either way.
It hadn't been long before there was a loud gasp from some of the audience members. We all turned to where it had come from and froze with silence. There he stood. I mean I was common for non-gypsies to gather around but before us at the back of the crowd, staring directly at me was Mathias Kohler, the Prince of Denmark.