Oh, I'm very unlucky. Supposedly, I had finished writing this story, but heck, I didn't upload the files to Then, my PC was reformatted; thus, deleting all files including mine. Huhu.. That's why I have to write again.

Anyway, I guess there's a reason for this. This was up to chapter ten actually, but I changed my mind. I'll make the last chapters long. Hehe..

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Chapter 7: Every Little Thing

In the kitchen palace…

"Philip, where have you been? The Prince was looking for you. That mean old pighead, he kept me bugging about you," asked a frustrated gray-haired man with weird eyes (Santa Kuroso).

"Why?" he innocently asked.

"I don't know-"

"PHILIPPP!!!" they heard a eardrum-breaking shout.

"See?" Sanny (Santa) inquired.

"Alright," he said and headed off quickly toward the Prince room.

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"Yes, your highness," Kanata politely greeted his master.

"Where have you been?" he asked. "Anyway, same old 'menu'" he said as he threw some clothes on his face while he instantly caught before it lies on the floor.

"WHAT?"

"Are you deaf? Do I need to repeat it to you?"

"What? Why do we have to switch places again?" he said rudely as if he was forgetting he was just a kitchen boy. "I thought you like a flood of girls cuddling onto you," he continued.

This was always the one thing that frustrated him and would like him to kill this royalty in front of him. At first, he was aggravated with their likeness as if he was a photocopy of himself. But when he had become fond of women, he used this as an advantage. Every time he does not like attending any royal rendezvous, he would ORDER his personal maid to pretend in behalf of the prince.

Not even looking at the speaker, he replied, "Well, I saw this pink-haired lady. She was so enchanting and I want us to be alone tonight. I'm gonna get her good."

He shrugged off his reaction and dressed himself with the ones thrown by the Prince angrily.

"And one more thing, don't messed up while I'm gone."

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Miyu stepped inside the hall and saw wide stairs leading up to the main hall. She gulped hard as nervousness creeps inside her and she could feel intense gazes from the snappy soldiers lining up the aisle of the palace.

She shyly walked up the big room and saw variety of colors flooding the room. Beautifully-made gowns of ladies and the black tuxedos of men filled the room. Low voices were chitchatting with each other.

The blonde-haired lady searched for any thing that could get her out from the creepy feelings she's experiencing.

Then she started to wonder. If Kanata's not the Prince, then who?

With that thought she was feeling cloud nine. Her daydreams were cut off when she heard the sound of the trumpets, acknowledging the arrival of the prince.

She was staring at the platform where the prince would appear.

He walked out of the shadows slowly. He knew he was used to this, but he just felt something different that makes his heart practically leaping back and forth. Philip stepped and presented himself princely before an astonished crowd, including her.

"What?" they sang at the same time. He was captivated and she was shocked.

"Philip!" / "Ella." again, at the same moment with their stares not leaving each other's eyes.

Her eyes were sparkling like a distant star, yet she began to get confused.

'I-I thought…'

He could feel what she was feeling now. He could guess what will happen next, but before that will happen, he took his move first before it'll be late.

He walked into the aisle of the big hall ignoring all the drooling ladies with their heart-shaped eyes. His brown eyes were fixed on one lucky creature that captured the heart of the prince as what the people thought.

She answered his stares with unbelieving watery eyes as she began ascending her steps backward.

Before she could even walk away, he pulled her right hand and kissed it politely. He held her waist and drew it near his body while enfolding his other hand against her.

They both blushed with that sudden act.

Let me in

"You are Philip, aren't you?" she asked directly.

to see you in the morning light

"No,"

To get you on and all along

He decided not to tell her the truth. She might be disappointed to know that he is not the real prince she's dancing with right now.

The tears they come, yeah

She felt upset to know that it wasn't Philip, her best friend, who is with her now. It might have been better even if he's just around the corner, but no, even a single hair was not present.

See all come

I want you to believe in life

"Well, I'm glad to meet you finally, Your Highness," she smiled as their gazes met.

They danced the waltz and also talked about everything that comes out from their mouth.

But I get this strangest feeling that you've gone away

She enjoyed his company; she doesn't know why but she felt very comfortable being with him as if they had met many years ago. She could feel Philip in his eyes. He who gave this tingling sensation inside of her that she can't find any explanation.

Will you find out who you are too late to change?

He was feeling a different sensation that he had had all his life. It felt so foreign, that's why he can't explain it logically.

They're still stuck in their intent stare.

I wish I could be every little thing you wanted

All the time, oh

'If he's the prince, maybe it's okay,' she uttered on her mind.

I wish I could be every little thing you wanted

All the time, some time

"Ella," he began to speak.

"What?" 'He knew my name!'

Lift me up,

Just lift me up don't make a sound

This was the first time he experienced this. He wanted to ask something to her, but cannot burp it out easily. He squeezed her hand like he was getting the guts from pressing their hands together. She quirked her eyebrow in question.

"uhm-hm… i-if.." he startled.

And let me hold you up before you hit the ground

"How did you know my name?"

"uhm..," nervousness was getting him. He was looking for a perfect approach. "That was the name of my pet," he excused.

But I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away..

Her mild face turned into an aggravating look. Do I look like his pet?

'Now you've done it, Philip,' he thought regretfully.

The sweet music swimming around the room soured and the romantic ambiance vanished. And you know what will happen next.

"How dare you say your pet's name in front of me? Do I look like your pet?" Now, she said what she thought earlier. It's better to be frank sometimes.

"NO. Don't blame me, okay? It's not my fault that you have similarities with my pet cat especially the physical ones."

Now, he's enjoying every minute of their argument. He kinda missed this kind of scenario with her since they were separated, they don't argue that much.

"Well, you should have known the difference between a cat and a human," she retorted. 'Defeat' is not in her vocabulary.

"You consider your self a human?"

Okay, so she now has that fiery aura. He's getting into her nerves. One more retort and he'll be dead literally.

She glared at him like throwing million daggers. Here comes, 'if looks could kill, he's probably dead on the spot.'

"And you call your self a prince?"

He smirked. "Why not? I have the rights to be called one. As for you, an old hag fits you perfectly!"

An old hag?

A dazzling light outshined from her golden necklace that cut her off from her deep trance. She stared at the shining jewel before her and just as she noticed, there was also something glittering from the prince's chest.

In a split of second, it disappeared as if it was only for her to see.

"Huh! So you are now defeated!" The prince announced.

She woke up from what she called a 'dream' and replied at the prince's snap.

The night ended with the never-ending retorts from the both infuriating supposed-to-be stars of the night.

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Day 2

"Your majesty, I had no intentions of marrying yet. I'm still young for marriage," Eric protested, kneeling before the respected King.

"But, my prince, you danced with her last night which only means you have chosen your bride-to-be," the king said.

"But father-"

"No buts!" the king angrily shouted.

Knowing that he could not object further, he walked away while cursing someone who looks like him.

While he was pacing down the hallway of the palace, he overheard the words of some palace maids talking about last night's event.

"Did you see the maiden who the prince danced last night?"

"Yeah1 I saw her! She was very beautiful like a goddess! Oh, what a cute couple they would be!"

"I agree! Imagine, he captured the prince's eyes instantly."

'I wonder who this maiden is.' The prince thought.

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Day 3

"PHILIP!!!" came an alarm clock, uh I mean, the most effective alarm clock of the Heiomachi Kingdom.

A brown-haired boy came dashing towards a huge door of the prince's room.

'What's with this prince again? So early in the morning!' he cursed under his breaths.

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"WHAT?"

"I said I want to see the girl you danced with at the ball!"

"W-why?"

"Why? You're asking me why? That's my order! I want you to search for her NOW!"

"I won't allow it!"

"Huh! And who do you think you are?"

He wasn't able to answer.

"If you don't want to see yourself walking on the street like a poor dog, do you? So, if you wish to stay here, do what I say. Do you understand?" he demanded, not asking.

"Y-yes, your highness,"

"Tell me, Philip, do you know this certain maiden you danced at the ball?'

He wasn't paying attention to his question so, he heard it differently like 'do you have special feelings for her?'

His lips escaped a heavy sigh and answered the prince's question unconsciously.

"No." Lie.

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Day 4

TOK! TOK!

Standing up from her knees, she went to the door and answered it. She was happy to see the prince before him, yet to her dismay, it was her friend, Philip, when she noticed his clothing.

After their never-ending argument at the ball, the prince, being the polite one and a gentleman, asked for apology for his rudeness.

He noticed her sudden change of reaction as he saw her eyes looked down at him.

"Oh, you're here," she said trying to sound normal, yet her dissatisfaction was evident enough..

"Disappointed?"

"What?"

"Hey, how was the Prince's ball?" he asked, changing the topic.

"Oh, yeah!

"You know, I danced with the Prince last night," she said excitedly. "And he was so charming and so beautiful," she blushed dreamily like she was floating in the air while remembering what happened last night.

He smirked (or smiled), but when he realized something, his heart leaped hurtfully.

"Yeah, right." Irritated are we, Philip?

Stop it! You stupid conscience.

Clearing his throat, he continued. "Did you know that when the prince had chosen a girl he loved during the ball, she will be the prince's bride?" he asked as if it was nothing.

"His bride…" she echoed, still not in the present world. Her clasped hands crawled under her left cheek.

'Ella,' he said in his mind, noticing something's different in her. A way too different, too strange.

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Day 5

Clearing his throat, Philip stood before the prince. "Your highness, uh, may I present…," he paused before giving a hand to the young lady. "Ella,"

She stood before the royal man sitting across the room and was very surprised to see two Philips before her eyes.

She gasped at the sight of two young men who are much alike physically.

Minutes passed and all the explanations had been explained, clarifications had been spoken out.

Philip exited himself out from the room leaving Ella and Eric alone.

Recovering from her shock, she asked, "So," she searched for her 'formality' tone and continued, "Your Highness, you were the one I danced with at the ball, weren't you?"

"So much for those formalities, my lady. You may call me Eric instead," he smiled charmingly, trying to change the topic.

"Why, o-of course, yo-your," she replied shyly, "I mean, E-eric."

"What?" he asked noticing the difference in her actions. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just felt awkward calling you Eric."

"No, you should be used to it from now on, my lady."

"Then you should also call me Ella."

"Yeah," she chuckled at the thought of her. "E-eric, wh-why should I be used to calling you with your name, if I may ask,"

"Because soon, you will be my bride,"

She gasped with the words that she heard. "Bride,"

They were too drowned with their conversation that they haven't noticed someone came in the room.

"Bride!" he repeated under his breath.

The sounds of clattering and breaking cups followed. The two turned to where the noise originated and was surprised to see Philip kneeling down and getting the broken pieces of cups and plates.

For the prince, there was nothing different in the scenario, yet to Ella, it was something she hasn't seen before.

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A/N: Well, that's it! I decided to cut off there. I think this was long enough. I'm feeling lazy at the moment and I think my brain is dried up now. So please review for me to have more inspirations… hehe :) THANKS! MWAH!