Our assembly went marching down the halls until we met a very formally dress young gentlemen maybe four or so years older then myself.

So he was a prince? Yes he must be we wore a circlet and a very board grin.

I curtsied best I could, with people hanging off my arm.

"Good evening. I seemed to have done something to upset there kind gentlemen, and I don't know what it is!" I smiled sweetly, and looked innocent.

"English Nobel? I didn't know any were in court!" He barked at them all to let me go, and when the English speaking one started to protest and explain, then prince in formed him 'just who was at fault.'

"Thank you..."

"Michelle, Prince Michelle."

"Charmed, I'm sure." I curtsied again.

"I came here to visit you, with a close friend of mine, who seems to have disappeared."

"Oh, well. her name?"

"His- Nicola."

His eyes grew wide. "Nicola. You don't know?"

"Know what!?" What was I supposed to know? Where and what has Nicola got himself into?

"Come with me."

He took me through some corridors and Knocked at the last door we came to pass.

"Entré." That voice.?

He opened to door to a very find room and a very familiar figure dressed in more splendor then I'd every faked.

On the end of a very large bed sat Nicola.