Normal POV

The Prince was rushed to his bed chamber. A trail of blood was pouring out of his arm, despite the fact that it was wrapped tightly, dripping onto the stone floor.

"Send a Messager to His Majesty right away!" Neptune roared at a servant, who rushed down the hallway, "WHERE IS THAT BLOODY SORCERER! CODY FIND 'IM!"

"Really...guys...I'm ok." The Prince tried to smile but he looked really pale and seem so weak.

"HURRY!" They rushed into the bedchamber.

"How did this happen?!" Neptune shouted at Scholar Utonium as the Prince was placed on the bed, Scolad Utonium was too scared to answer this bulky behemoth.

"It was an accident! The new bird was scare and-"

"I should've known! One of the Prince's crazy-"

Hagatha's voice boomer,"Please we don't have time for this, the Prince could bleed to death! BRING SOME HOT WATER AND TOWELS! GET THE COOK TO MAKE HER SPECIAL SOUP!"

Bubbles' POV

He frowned at her, he even scoffed as he looked down and saw those cute dolls. How could he be frowning at this, maybe he doesn't like Pumpkin Head dolls and Bears?

"You do know that Magic is prohibited in this Kingdom especially with the 'Argument' going on between the Kingdom of Magi and the Provincial Kingdoms? With holding their magical trade goods...To use such-"

"Oh Himmie...wasn't that on Maggyl ingredients and items...and stuff like that...like Tallies?" She fluttered her eyelashes with this innocent smile that could make anyone say 'Awwwwwwwwww'.

Him blushed but then he just shook his head, "What are you talking about? Speak actually words for once. The fact that you are going about freely with those animated creatures is a clear violation-"

"English...but I'm talk the chalky too, how about you?" She giggled and clapped with delight.

I really do like Belle...at least she doesn't glare at me like Buttercup does. Not to mention...she does sound familiar...I bet she's from

"What?"

"But no picky pick on my friendly frantic flurry friend." She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close to her face. She was so warm and smelled of warm brown sugar...her warmth reminded me...of...Helen. My throat felt so much pain and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes...

"Now see here, I was asking her questions but she refuses to answer."

"Oh Himmie, this is the New girl, and you're being a scary beary." Belle pouted.

Himmie's face flashed with rage, "WHO DARES INVITE A STRANGER WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! After that incident with the Changeling! She could be another one, I CLEARLY STATED THAT!" This Himmie pointed at me and I couldn't help but hid behind Belle.

I don't want to be arrested!

"Oh...up top." Belle just answered.

"Up top?"

"Way up top."

I feel so lost, did I miss something? Way top where?

Him groaned, but he was just about to say something when Buttercup came over.

"Is he bothering you, Belle?" She growled, with her arms crossed...that's when I noticed...

"Has she always had that glove on her hand?" I don't remember seeing a glove on her right hand before...Huh? But just one? Maybe it's a new fashion statement.

"Oh no...not at all...but he was bothering and scaring our poor little Fur Face." Belle pouted and pointed at me.

"Why don't you just beat it for once? Unlike you...some of us got work ta do." Buttercup snapped, I must admit, for some reason she's very pretty even when she's mad. Kinda like Brianna, which is rare...I mean who could look pretty with their face all scunched up and wrinkled like that.

I snapped out of my thought, I should pay attention.

"I'm just trying to access this new girl, as Royal Sorcerer-"

"Royal Sorcerer!?"

I didn't know a royal sorcerer visits Nobles' houses in Eqaria? This Changeling thing must be really serious.

All of us turned our attention to someone screaming. My pointy ears twitched as I could hear the yelling clearly, even underneath the cape.

I said in a very low voice, "I think he's coming you, Sire."

He just looked at me, but just turn his head around to looked back at this figure that was coming right towards us.

"HIM! HIM!" That Gigi guy was running down the court yard and through these lovely flowers.

Buttercup gasped, her face turned to a boiling cherry red color, "YOU SON OF A-"

"It's the Prince, he's been hurt. YOU ARE NEEDED RIGHT AWAY!" Gigi was yelling in full panic, "And Hagatha wants you to make your soup Tout de suite! It is tragic our Sweet Prince...he is on his death bed!"

"The Prince!" I shouted, dropping my broom. Everyone looked at me, I looked down picking up the broom and going back inside. I felt so hollow, I don't think I've ever felt like this. My heart could burst...

My Prince...on his death bed...well he's not my Prince anymore...but I don't want him to die. Belle rushed in with a twirl...

"Mina...Jackie, time for some lovin' Cooking, but it's not good...but good at the same time. Oh Teatastic joy of joys but also downer dumpie dumps. I don't know how I should feel about this. How should-" Belle seemed distracted but Mina tapped her on the arm and Belle giggled with a snort, "Oh sorry."

Mina placed three stalks of Celery and Belle chopped them up so fast.

"The Prince...is he really...on his death bed, " I asked, I could barely keep myself calm.

"No Worry flurry, "Belle waved her hand towards the pot, it floated into the air and over the fireplace and with a wiggle of her nose, a blue fire sparked just as Jack threw a piece of firewood into the fireplace, and ran away in complete fear, "Oh sorry Jackie Sweetie, "Gigi is drama joker King *giggle* Our lovely Prince just has a little problem."

I think I remember that...it was one of the many things that my parents discussed. I remember Daddy's advisors arguing about it. A sickly Prince...jeopardizing the Throne and future heirs.

"But why is he here? What's happened?"

"A little Spicy spice," Belle just asked and Mina just handed her a strange jar, she licked her lips in anticipation at the smell, "Oh, who doesn't love spicy cinnamon swirly lizzie tails? *playfully sigh with a pout* but alias, short supply."

"Belle?" I must've sounded so desperate as I grabbed her by the shoulder, "Belle...Belle please..." I begged.

"Peace and crackers, enough with the worry flurry. Our Prince had a little trouble...but it's worsie worsie since the Changy's cursie."

"Changy's?" I asked. I was so confuse, I just want...to...to...see him.

Belle giggled as she cut carrots and poured a bottle into the pot.

I couldn't...I can't see him...it's too risky...even though...my heart ached at the thought of seeing him.

"I hope The Lord won't be in trouble for the Prince being hurt." I said, trying to be calm, but my grip was so tight on the broom that I thought I could break it.

"Lord? What lord?" Buttercup asked, as she came into the Kitchen, she looked ready enough to chew someone's head off, she was holding some green leaves, "Here's your Basil, before you even ask. I could break that little Joker in half. Now I'm really behind." Buttercup stomped right out.

Buttercup scares me, the way she looks at me.

"Ah...The Lord to this place..." I answered softly.

Belle just started laughing, chopping up onions, "Oh Bubbly...aren't you just a cute little slice of pie. How can Prince Boomie get in trouble from his own place...maybe from his Daddy...you are funny!" Belle chuckled, her magic seemed to bring the whole kitchen to life.

"Prince Boomer?" I ducked a flying pan, repeating it over and over in my head, "His place? His place...wait...is this..."

Belle pinched my cheek, "Oh you'll be a riot at Tea time. Not knowing this is the Great Castle...you funny Ducky."

I think...I could...scream...Not only was I in the neighboring Kingdom of Eqaria...but I was in the Castle...I'm in the Royal Castle!

"You Can't escape me Aurora!" Daddy's voice echoing in my head. This is bad...this is bad isn't it? He could find me here...I could be found out?

I rushed into my room and closed the door.

No...no...I have to run...I pulled the bag out...

Everyone knows here...knows about our engagement...and they know about...the break off...Once Daddy recovers...he'll come here...he'll find me. He might even declare war...I can't...I can't...pull him into this...

I heard a something roll on the floor, it was my music box. My lovely, lovely music box...I held it in both hands...Maybe..I can say goodbye.