Several days had gone by since Alexander's mysterious event.
With each passing day, the thoughts of her that swum through his head became more intense and emotional. He even found himself crying when he heard her enthralling melodies in his mind. The young prince could barley sleep and hardly touched his food. Every night, against the orders from the beggar of the town, Alexander traveled back into the forest to catch a song from her, or even a glimpse of her divine beauty. Several times her swore he heard her, and once an owl flew by and he, for a fleeting moment, suspected she had come for him. One other night, he heard the woman's soft echo ring out to him from what seemed all key directions. The language which was spoken he didn't understand, but to Alexander's ears, it held the presence of an invitation. With Alexander's tainted ears, he couldn't detect an underlying tone of evil.
With the season's change, his passion for the girl grew steadily on. He no longer cared for anyone, or anything. His wedding fast approached, and his father pounded stress on him; Alexander could only tolerate so much.
The pressure that building up, and the demands from his father made him obey everyone but himself. All he wanted was to be heard, and each day he this cycle was being overcome.
Then it so happened on one eerie moonlit night that Alexander did speak his mind.
The king and son were having a quarrel, a not so rare thing in this past month. The engagement was over Alexander's future bride.
"Alexander! You WILL marry the princess, she is the only hope for this kingdom and you know it!
"I refuse! I do not love her, I love another!"
"It doesn't matter, you have no choice! I command you as your King, father and lord over you! You will marry her, and that's FINAL!!"
Then a peculiar calm swept over the room.
"No....
....I won't. Too long have you pushed me around and governed my life" Alexander stated calmly and threateningly as began a slow and menacing approach towards his father. "I have listened to you for the last time!" His voice began to rise as he filled the gap between them.
"Be reasonable, be rational!" cried the king in a last minute plea for sense, the terror etched over his white flesh.
"I am." Said Alexander in a hushed, terrifyingly manner. Flame could be seen within his menacing orbs as they pierced his father's lessening glance.
Alexander's dagger rose from his sheath, and he brought it close to the soft, incisive skin under the King's throat, waiting for his impending end, the King shut his eyes, and clenched his jaw.
But nothing happened.
Opening the crack of his left eye to see the cause of delay, he saw Alexander, blade pulled away from his body, and staring off towards the forest, mouth wide with wonder. He dropped his weapon and ran quickly out of the castle and made his way for the sound which, the King had now realized, had saved his life.