Last chapter I foregot to put what R'opton so R'o means that it is a nobility clan like dukes, lords, barons, counts, that sort of thing so here is my next chapter

Chapter 2

               "'Ana, where are you?" Phairen called, " I swear when I get my hands on her. I

am going to take a board to her behind. I swear for a five year old she sure gets around,"

he muttered to himself.

               "WEEEE! Look out below!" a very small figure landed in front of him. If they

hadn't said anything he wouldn't have been the wiser. "What is the matter, Eldest

Brother*? I heard you calling me," 'Ana walked over to the tree she just 'fell' out of,

gently put a hand on the trunk, and it suddenly burst into blooms.

               " 'Ana, where have you been? Wait, I already know," he asked, 'Ana giggled. "

How long have you been able to do that? I mean make a tree bloom."

               "Oh, that..'bout a year now. Honestly, you din't know I could do that. That is

nothin' compared to what I can really do. What've YOU bin doin'. Oh wait, I know

pro'bly  flyin' 'round with some Whitewing, huh?" At his blush she giggled harder.

"How 'bout this, you ferget 'bout that board to my behind and I ferget you was courting

some Whitewing when you was a'posed to be watchin' me? Alright?"

               "It is a deal, but how come you are talking like people in bars and where did you

learn to make deals?" he asked relieved and a bit confused.

               She brushed off the question with a shrug and a vague answer of, " I found better

company when you was away."

               "Okay, well, it is time to go to Etiquette class," he said, "Come on let's go."

               "Etiquette class..umm..NO!" he grabbed her wrist. "I am going to tell Father you

wasted all that money. NO!!"

               "That was for a present for Mother," he said and he dragged her all the way up the West Tower

stairs for her classes and went to South Tower where his suite was. He took a long nap and went down

around dinner time. He looked very smug he was still proud that he out smarted 'Ana.

            "You look proud of yourself, Phairen. What did you do?" Phairen turned and bowed courtly.

               "Your Majesties. Nothing of great importance just a personally accomplishment," he replied, " To

what do I owe this honor on this fine day?"

               "Well, Her Majesty and I were just informed that our youngest daughter magically bound her

Etiquette, Cooking, and Weaving teachers, then magically threw them out the West Tower window, where

they are now magically suspended in the air with an invisible spell on them." King Ryin looked like he was

about to laugh because Phairen's jaw was hanging to the floor.

               "Father, are you serious?" Phairen stammered.

               "yes, son, he is. And possibly do you know where she is? I am dreadfully worried about her,"

Queen Callisioria truly did look worried. "She normally can keep her temper and I didn't know she had

such adept magick skills. Did you?"

               "I knew she had some, but only enough to make a tree bloom," he said, " Tree..bloom! That is it!

Your Majesties, I think I know where she is." He went to a window and unfurled his wings out of his back.

He jumped out of the window and flew over to the South Forest. He looked as if one of the trees would tell

him where she was.

               "I wonder what he is doing?" Ryin asked aloud.