Chapter 4
During these past few weeks Meraud and hicca have been close to be accepted from everyone in the kingdom. The two were attached to the hip can never find one without the other.
"Hicca,"Meraud whined looking at his history book his mother had assigned him to do.
The brunet looked at him, "What?"
"Can you help me?" he asked.
The redhead quickly realized that Hicca learned easily and quickly understood it.
"Again?" she teased rolling her eyes.
He growled, "Just help me."
"Okay okay don't get your prince's underwear in a bunch."
She led over him, "What's the question?"
"What season does cattle farmers for trade?"
She laughed, "That's easy! That's winter and early spring because-"
Meraud tuned her out not by being rude, but how distracting she is her bright slightly crooked smile, her grassy meadow eyes, and her scent of seawater and fall. Meraud usually doesn't care about this stuff….but with her his heart beats a little faster like when beats a little faster like when he shoots his arrows.
"Meraud Meraud!" she yelled broken his thoughts.
"Huh? What?" he asked.
Hicca frowned, "Didn't you hear what I just said?"
The redhead had too much pride to say no, "Of course."
"What did I just said then?"
"Um…Winter and early spring when cattle farmers come," he said proudly.
She smirked, "Because?"
"Because…People are hungry?" she lamely said.
"That and cattle would die by diseases by winter."
"I know that," The prince lied.
Hicca smirked, "Sure you did."
Meraud was about to say something sly until his mother shown up.
"Meraud, Hicca were having gala Friday night for your engagement,"Elinor said.
Curly head groaned, I hate galas.
Elinor continued on, "All the dukes will be there so Meraud I need you to behave."
She then to hicca,"You already know the history of Scotland, But we need you to look the part."
Hicca though as the queen grabbed her by the wrist, I have a strange feeling that I'm going to hate this gala.
