Across the line
Bubbles sat in the back of a wagon that was headed out of her home. The sack filled with clothes and money sat behind her. "Are you okay back there?"
"I'm fine, thank you." She answered. She watched her feet swing off the end. It had been weeks after Prince Boomer's recovery and already he was walking around, slowly, but confidently. She had been hiding for a while until she finally decided that she would flee to their neighboring country, the Green country (wow, that sounds very familiar). Not too far, there was a sea between them. She saved all her money for a boat ride and if that wasn't enough, her charm and cooking skills would come in handy. "So, how much longer will it take to get to the Green-Blue Sea?"
"About a few miles. What's your name anyway?" The driver asked in a charming voice.
"Umm...I perfer not to be called by my real name. Please, White Wolf."
"Okay, White Wolf." Bubbles nodded and sat silently. Blessing everything good and decent that she was beautiful.
Boomer came into the room while his mother was interviewing Bubbles' stepfather. He sat in a chair. "I am telling the truth, Your Majesty, I haven't seen her in about a week and I'm sure she was home. She was when we got there."
"And I can assure you that Christini saw her up close and the way she discribes, all the women I've met have all said she lives with you. You are her stepfather and you must have known the girl had gone to my son's ball."
"Wait, Mother..." Boomer said. He put down his held up hand. Boomer looked over to Bubbles' stepfather. "Listen, that girl...means a lot to me. If you were to share any information on her, I am sure that your reward will be bigger than you've ever imagined." He whispered. Her stepfather was silenced for a while, but then he spoke up.
"When we got home, she was in her room. She had been clutching her ragdoll and crying. She had acted very weirdly after that and then she disappeared. I remember when she was younger, she said she wanted to go to the Green country. and that's all I know about where she could have gone." He said.
"Her name?"
"Bubbles."
"Bubbles." Boomer liked the name. How it rolled off his tongue and left a sugary-sweet aftertaste. "Mother, what can we offer this man?" His mother thought for a second before responding.
"How much gold can your carriage take?" his eyes practically popped out of his head. After he left, she turned to him. "Boomer, what did you mean by very important to you?" He was silence.
"Mom, I love her." There was a long, pregnant silence. "I don't know why, but the momet I saw her on that staircase, I fell in love with her."
"So, she didn't-"
"She did stab me. And she cried while she did it. I know she didn't want to, something or someone set her up." Boomer said. "I'm going to find her and marry her."
"But, Sweetheart, she has to be punished..."
"From what that man said, she's suffered enough. I know she must be sad because of what she had to do. She must have an explination too...Andrew!!" His butler came rushing in. "How long will it take for a carriage to get to the Blue-Green Sea?"
"Umm...15 miles, but those carriages are extremely heavy."
"Then plain horse?"
"Umm...7.5 miles...?"
"That's how I'll go. I want a two guards with me too. I've got a bride to catch."
