Chapter 3
Another day of moving those chests around, Eugene thought as he sat on a boulder listening to the quiet. Soon it would be night and that would all change. But for now, he needed to sit.
There was just one chest that they hadn't moved. It was sitting next to him unopened. He sat and stared at it. To open or not to open; that was the question.
And what would Flynn Rider do?
"That's simple," he thought, playing with the lock. Flynn would open up the chest, grab the contents and run. Right? And he would knock them all out with that frying pan of Punzel's just to get them out of the way.
Eugene chuckled at the thought.
Yeah, but he wasn't Flynn anymore; he was Eugene Fitzherbert, not only was he Eugene Fitzherbert of the straight and narrow, he was soon to be Prince Eugene or rather Prince Consort Eugene or rather…
"Your Highness?"
Eugene buried his head in his arms, shook it once and looked up, right into the eyes of Sir Manfred, his assistant.
"What's up, Manny?" Eugene answered with a smile. "I suppose the His Majesty is asking for me? Tell him I'll be there in a sec, okay?"
Manfred smiled. "Last time you said that, Your Highness, you were.."
Eugene rolled his eyes upward. "I remember. Just tell him I'll be there as quick as I can."
"Well, actually, he doesn't want you to there THAT quickly, Eugene. The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow night and wants to go over the plans with you and Rapunzel. Father Timothy will be there with Bishop Lawrence. They'll be arriving close to an hour. Don't keep the King waiting, Eugene, not this time."
"I'll be there Manny," Eugene nodded.
"You'd better be," Manfred said, walking away from him. "Oh and don't forget to hide that last chest."
Eugene watched Manny disappear into the forest. He gave the chest a last look and stood up. He sighed. "Maybe I should get back. Even if I break open that chest, I haven't the slightest idea what that flower even looks like."
He started to drag it into the woods, into the underground safe where they put the other three. He closed the heavy iron door, locked and sealed it; then draped the curtain of leaves over it. He was just about to leave when he heard the sound coming from the woods.
Chitter, chitter.
Eugene looked around. "Pascal?" he called out.
Chitter, chitter, chitter
He heard the sound before he saw it, a little red thing went scurrying past him.
He followed it to down the path to one of the greenhouses, where Eugene saw it stop. Next thing he knew, it was on his shoulder.
He stared at it. It wasn't red anymore to match its surroundings; it was now gray with hardly any scales.
This little chameleon was a female.
Eugene smiled. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he said to her, making the little chameleon smile. Then she turned a pointed her tail at the window. Eugene looked in.
There they were so many plants, flowers and trees. He caught a glimpse of gold mixed in with a few flowers, but he couldn't be sure. It was the most amazing sight he'd ever seen. He must remember to take his little Princess here for a nice stroll in the gardens.
"Well, Blaize," he whispered, not realizing he just named HIS new pet chameleon, "let's get home. You can meet another new friend by the name of Pascal. The two of you should get along great."
He smiled at the thought of Rapunzel's face when he introduced this new addition to the family.
