"Don't forget their clothes." "Please sir spare us from embarrassment." "I guess the boy's right, here take our clothes." Andrew didn't like it, but hey for once he got to wear something comfortable. Oh, incase your second guessing yourself, that's right the prince was just robbed. "Sire, what are we to do?" "Well I guess just walk to the nearest village and go from there." Once they reached the nearest village they wondered what they should do. Whooo is that? Andrew thought. She was beautiful. Hair as dark as night, eyes as blue as sapphires, and lips as red as hmmm… a ladybug. But, she was dirty. She had way too much potential to be wearing those things, what was she doing, Andrew thought. "Maybe we should go ask that young lady for advice," said Fredric. Fredric was an odd looking fellow. He was at least in his fifties, he was about the same size as Andrew, maybe a little shorter. But, Andrew didn't really care how he looked he was a good friend. Andrew considered him more as a buddy than that of a servant.
"Who is that," said Myla. Oooopppsss I just said that out loud. He is cute. He is the mirror image of the prince. What if he was his twin brother? Or, hold on I need to stop myself before I get out of hand. Wait I'm in my own head. "Excuse me miss? See my ummm… uncle and I, yeah my uncle, got a little well, lost. I was wondering if you could tell me where we are." "Oh, ok, well you are in the northwest part of the kingdom. Our little village is one of the farthest from the kingdom, actually. But, we call these parts the Wood, because of the forest that surrounds it." "Well that's just great. You see we were supposed to see the king, but we got a little astray from our path." "Well do you have a place to stay for the time being?" "No I'm afraid to say, we do not." "I guess you could stay with my father and me fo a few days. It's nothing special, but I'm sure it would work for a few days." "That would be just wonderful, but before we go, I didn't catch your name." "Well that's because I didn't give it, but the name is Myla." "Myla….hmmm…" "Did you say something?" "Oh, uh yeah my name is Andr…. I mean my name's Andy." "Well if we want to get there then we better leave huh Andy?" "Andy," Myla, and Fredric sat off for the small cottage.
"Who's your friend?" "No worries papa. They were lost so I told them they could stay here for a while." "Really, sir we don't want to cause any trouble." "That's my daughter, always helping others." "Father." "Well we have some spare blankets in the closet and that's about it, but make yourselves as comfy as possible." "Nice um, place" "Thanks Andy" "Who is this?" "Oh, that was my mother and me when I was little." "Oh, well you look just alike." "Thanks, hey! I there is a ball tomorrow night, you should come. It isn't really my cup of tea, but my friend is going to be there." "Well I would, but I don't have any clothes. Plus my father… I mean I wouldn't want to intrude." "Nonsense, I insist. Hey, I know where we can get clothes and they're free." "We can go to Abigail's house today. She belongs to a wealthy family and honestly I consider her family. I'm sure she'll let us borrow a suit." "Ok"
Ding Dong! "Are you sure about this, I mean I don't want to…" "Hmmm… Wait huh, what. Oh, yeah defiantly." Andy and Myla had decided to go to Abigail's. Hopefully she could help Andy with his wardrobe malfunction and Myla wanted to see what she thought of her new friend. Myla was starting to develop a small crush on him. The prince was still cute, but Andy looks just like him and he is real. "Hello, Oh, hey Myla and whomever you are. Now is not the best time we have.." "Abigail, don't be rude let the guests in," interrupted Abigail's father. "Sorry papa, you guys can come in." "Hey Nicolas, what are you doing here?" "Umm.. Do I know you?" "Oh, uhh right, can I talk to you in the hallway for a moment please." "I guess, anything for the people." "Nick, it's me, Andrew." "Excuse me sir, but the prince is still on his way… Oh, is that really you?" "Yeah, the carriage was robbed and they took our clothes." "Where is Fredric?" "Oh, the young lady I came with offered to let us, Fredric and me, stay with her and her father. They are really… Hey what are you doing here?" "Oh, well just like you, my father is trying to get me to find a girl to marry, I like Abigail, but I'm not really ready for marriage. So who is this young lady." "Oh, Nick it isn't like that. Or at least not really, besides she doesn't even know my true identity." "She is certainly beautiful. I've never seen a peasant girl like that." "I know and I saw her first." "Don't worry, but we need to get you back home." "I know, but I really like her and I think she likes me so can we just role play for a little while. Please." "Fine, but what are you going to do about the ball." "I'll tell her who I really am there." "Okay, but just remember I had nothing to do with this. I can still be your wingman though." "Sure." "Umm.. Hi there I'm Myla, I didn't want to intrude, but Abigail and her parents invited us to stay. I just thought you should know."
After dinner and after Nicolas left, Abigail helped Myla and Andy search for an outfit suitable for the ball. "Abigail I just want to thank you for you help. I mean I just… thanks." "Myla you know that I'm always here and especially when the person that needs help is so cute." "I know, normally I'm not one of the girls who are gooey and gushy about this stuff, but he is just amazing." "Girl, Myla, snap out of it." "Oh, yeah sorry I just. I don't know get this weird feeling around him." "Hey, sorry to intrude, but would you know where I could find a bathroom around here?" "Uhh… yeah sure down the hall, to the left." "Wow this place is like the size of the castle." "Wait, you've seen the castle." "Abigail, be nice come on lets keep looking." "Oh, all right." "Sorry about that A-Andy." "No really it's not a problem." "Girl you have to tell me everything," squeaked Abigail in a weird, unfamiliar tone. "Okay, I was getting water out of the well like I normally do, and then I see him. The handsomest boy I've ever seen. His honey-crisp hair shining in the sun, his emerald green eyes wandering around the village, and his white smile that you could see your own reflection in. Ahhh…" "Myla… And then he hoisted you up on his mighty steed and you lived happily ever after." "Yeah… wait what, are you making fun of me?" "Myla, for my name is not Abigail, your best friend, but I believe you have an overbearing crush on this Andy." "Well maybe just a little.." Myla decided she would take a walk through Abigail's humongous thing that she calls a house. She loved the gold railing that was along the staircases, Oh how she longed to live in a place such as this. Wow this place is big Andrew thought to himself. Hey, look at that. It was something so beautiful that he couldn't comprehend, it was black and red. Myla had decided that she would try on one of Abigail's old gowns. I mean what was the harm. She decided to try on some slippers with it. They were a bit different, or at least different from what she was used to. Wait a second the beautiful thing that Andrew sought was starting to fall. He had to catch it." Whoa, whoa, ahhhh."
