A/N Own nothing, Buy nothing. Don't ask nothing.
Herald (yes, it is Cleon): Your Highness, Their Majesties are here to say some uh
stuff.
Prince of the Land: Show them in.
Herald: Yessir. I mean, Your Highness.
Prince of Land: *nods*
[Their Majesties walk in]
King: Son, your mother and I have decided that we want you to get married. So, we
are having a ball which you will attend and there you will meet the woman of your
dreams. Every maiden in the kingdom is to attend.
Queen: *nods*
Prince of Land: Why can't I marry for love?
King: *gasps*
Queen: *nods*
King: *outraged* You can't possibly do that! You might fall in love with someone who
is not a proper lady!
Prince of Land: How can you say I must choose a proper lady when you've invited
every maiden in the kingdom?
King: *silent*
Queen: *nods*
King: *haughty* Do not question the king. I know what's best for you.
Queen: *nods*
Prince of Land: No, you don't.
Queen: *nods*
King: Come, my queen, we should leave our son to reflect on the hurt he has caused us.
Queen: *nods*
[Prince of Land's most trusted advisor and friend comes through back door.]
Advisor: Another fight, Highness?
Prince of Land: Yes, and call me by my real name. We're in private now.
Advisor: Of course, Numair, and I hope you will call me by my first name?
Numair: Of course, Jonathan.
Jonathan: So, what are you going to do about the ball?
Numair: *thinking* I don't know........What about the maiden Veralidaine? I love her
dearly.
Jonathan: *comforts Numair* You could have her dress as a lady for the ball.
Numair: *lightbulb* Jonathan, you're brilliant! That's it! You and I will switch places!
Jonathan: *chokes* What? Me and you, switch places? Are you out of your mind? I
could never pass for you, and you would never cut your hair.
Numair: No, you see, I am going to run away with Veralidaine forever and never return.
Jonathan: And where does that leave me?
Numair: You will be the Prince of the Land.
Jonathan: We don't look that much alike, except for the black hair.
Numair: No one pays attention anyway.
Jonathan: Could we pull it off?
Numair: Yes, as long as you don't lose your nerve. (sound familiar?)
Jonathan: I won't. You?
Numair: Me neither.
Jonathan: So, are you going now?
Numair: Yes, good bye, old friend.
Jonathan: Good bye and good luck!
[Numair climbs out window.]
Jonathan: I guess I'll just have to learn to be prince of the land.
Sorry that it wasnt funny. This is one of those chapters that you need to make serious
in order for the plot to work out right and this is that chapter. I promise more funnies
later.
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Herald (yes, it is Cleon): Your Highness, Their Majesties are here to say some uh
stuff.
Prince of the Land: Show them in.
Herald: Yessir. I mean, Your Highness.
Prince of Land: *nods*
[Their Majesties walk in]
King: Son, your mother and I have decided that we want you to get married. So, we
are having a ball which you will attend and there you will meet the woman of your
dreams. Every maiden in the kingdom is to attend.
Queen: *nods*
Prince of Land: Why can't I marry for love?
King: *gasps*
Queen: *nods*
King: *outraged* You can't possibly do that! You might fall in love with someone who
is not a proper lady!
Prince of Land: How can you say I must choose a proper lady when you've invited
every maiden in the kingdom?
King: *silent*
Queen: *nods*
King: *haughty* Do not question the king. I know what's best for you.
Queen: *nods*
Prince of Land: No, you don't.
Queen: *nods*
King: Come, my queen, we should leave our son to reflect on the hurt he has caused us.
Queen: *nods*
[Prince of Land's most trusted advisor and friend comes through back door.]
Advisor: Another fight, Highness?
Prince of Land: Yes, and call me by my real name. We're in private now.
Advisor: Of course, Numair, and I hope you will call me by my first name?
Numair: Of course, Jonathan.
Jonathan: So, what are you going to do about the ball?
Numair: *thinking* I don't know........What about the maiden Veralidaine? I love her
dearly.
Jonathan: *comforts Numair* You could have her dress as a lady for the ball.
Numair: *lightbulb* Jonathan, you're brilliant! That's it! You and I will switch places!
Jonathan: *chokes* What? Me and you, switch places? Are you out of your mind? I
could never pass for you, and you would never cut your hair.
Numair: No, you see, I am going to run away with Veralidaine forever and never return.
Jonathan: And where does that leave me?
Numair: You will be the Prince of the Land.
Jonathan: We don't look that much alike, except for the black hair.
Numair: No one pays attention anyway.
Jonathan: Could we pull it off?
Numair: Yes, as long as you don't lose your nerve. (sound familiar?)
Jonathan: I won't. You?
Numair: Me neither.
Jonathan: So, are you going now?
Numair: Yes, good bye, old friend.
Jonathan: Good bye and good luck!
[Numair climbs out window.]
Jonathan: I guess I'll just have to learn to be prince of the land.
Sorry that it wasnt funny. This is one of those chapters that you need to make serious
in order for the plot to work out right and this is that chapter. I promise more funnies
later.
115 reviews! OMG!!! Thank you to all who reviewed!
LADY ALANNA SALMALIN OF CONTE
