Sofia the First belongs to Craig Gerber.

His Response

Dear Wendell:

I got it, don't worry about it! Dad was so happy when he found out my only camp buddy wrote me; he was starting to think none of our friends from Camp Wilderwood wanted to talk to us and that was making him feel a little sad. He didn't say anything but I could tell from the look on his eyes. You may be wondering why: when Mom and Dad made us go to that camp, he said he had so much fun there and I guess the mere thought about us being unhappy didn't suit him well.

Anyways I'm sorry for not informing you about my royal status, I guess that detail slipped out of my mind.

Perhaps that's why Mandy hasn't write to my sisters or she's just uncomfortable with the whole befriending a royal thing. I don't get it. Amber and I, especially Amber, are used to hanging out with non–royals, all thanks to Sofia's best friends. They're a common presence here. Why have I not thought of suggesting Baileywick, our steward, to give them one of our guest rooms permanently? They could play with my sister more often and we'd all be happy.

That's a brilliant idea!

I'm totally doing it.

It'd be great for Amber too.

As far as I know, she's an honorary member of the Buttercups troop now. How Sofia convinced her to join them it's beyond to me. I'm glad Amber's enjoying more outside doors activities, beside enchanted ice dancing of course. She even tried to inaugurate her own adventure club! But that went so backfire on her in the end for whatever reason that included Zooey and her own adventure club… Why these things have to happen I'm not around? This isn't the first time my sisters have an adventure that helps them understand each other better and be closer, and it is quite irritating. I'm their brother but sometimes, I don't know why, I get the impression they don't want me around. I wish we could have a sibling bonding time to vary.

Now I wish my babbling isn't bothering you, Wendell.

To be honest I have no idea if your parents follow rules all the time but the voice of experience is speaking: you do not imagine how things can and will go wrong so quickly when you choose not to do what you are being told. I played ball in the throne room and, out of all the things I could have broken, I had to destroy Amber's part of the new window: it was a surprise for Mom and it was very important to Dad. I tried to cover it up but it just went worse! Also there was another time when my sisters, Vivian and I secretly brought our pets to school and it was a disaster! Our pets got so scrambled!

I love Freedo; he's the best baboon a prince can have but if he hadn't entered in the gym… I reckon Freedo might have cause more chaos.

It's a nice memory but it wasn't funny at the time.

So you know Zandar? He'll be asking me of how I met you. What do you think I should tell him? He doesn't know you were the one who stole all of our flying horses. And speaking of stealing, my parents will be watching over us if you come to my home. Though Maple was so happy that we won, Marty still wrote to my parents. They couldn't believe you convinced me to "borrow" the camp flag even if we had returned it after using it. I told them everything: since the incident from the itching ivy to when we rescued my sisters and Mandy. They weren't pleased but they're not going to stop you. Sofia befriended a witch from the village and they plotted to get rid of Amber and me in Mother's Day a few years ago.

They banned me from having dessert for a week.

This is the worst week I'm having.

How they expect me to survive?

It's dessert!

You don't miss dessert!

That's sacrilege.

I can tell you to come this weekend but Mom's thinking we don't spend too much time together. She's making us to go on a vacation for a few days or hours, and I wish she doesn't get that reservation at that beautiful resort she doesn't stop talking about. We all have our own activities and I don't understand why she seems so distraught. Maybe she missed us when we were away? I'll write you when we're back. What's the worst that can happen?

Love,

Prince James of Enchancia.

PD: Last line was Amber's idea. She entered my room when I finished writing and she scolded me for not attempting to add my entire title. What will she want from my room? I have absolutely nothing in my room that belongs to her. I'll ask her. I have a bad feeling about this.