castle
'We don't have a choice.' King Jelly-Man stated in a soothing tone.
' BUT I DON'T KNOW HIM!' retorted princess Veronica.
' YOU DO NOT HAVE A CHOICE.' the king yelled back
' I'M NOT READY… I'M …I….'
' I… I, THERE'S NO I IN KINGDOM!'
'But daddy there is an I…'
'Fine… THERE'S NO ME!'
' BUT DADDY, YOU'RE THE KING'
'I'M TALKING ABOUT THE SPELLING… SHEESH! We have got to get you a better school.'
' Dad I don't go to school.'
' We'll have to get you a better tutor then…'
'Dad… I don't have one of those either.'
'Well THERE you go.' He said sarcastically.
'Daddy, I'm all sad now… can I have another pony?'
'NO, YOU CAN GET A SERVENT TO ESCORT YOU TO TOWN TO GET YOUR SELF A TUTOUR.'
'But daddy I already have a tutor.'
' YOU LIED TO ME…YOU DIDN'T HAVE ONE THREE SECONDES AGO.'
' OK, I'll just be leaving now.' She said as she slinked off in the other direction.
River
Seeing Esan, Princess Veronica begins to cry, seeing this Esan extends an arm towards her as an invitation to come sit beside him. Veronica, being ill educated and unable to read body language, takes this as a 'come cry on my shoulder' motion. Unexpectedly, Esan has a blubbering princess attached to his body, in what is supposed to resemble a hug.
Patting her on the back, unsure what to do, he mumbles, 'great.'
Noticing this has no effect, he quickly changes his tactics…
'Now now, what's da madda?' He says in his most sympathetic tone.
Sobbing uncontrollably, she explained her father's devious plot to marry her off to some prince in Fhuttingham whom she had never met, and from his picture looked like a squished pigeon. On his broad shoulder, she spluttered, "…but I… I don't love him."
Esan thought a moment. Totally unaware of the danger that lay ahead, he whispered softly into Veronica's ear, 'I've got a plan…'
Author's Notes: Hello, my name is Hannah, 2cute has asked me to help her write the rest of her story. So the word "author's" that you no doubt see above, should really be "authors'" (and no, that was not supposed to be funny, and no, I am not using sarcasm, even though sarcasm is supposed to be funny and then, according to my teacher, I'd be using an oxymoron). I realize that you may have been waiting a while for this chapter to come out (I just hope that I'm not flattering myself like Australia thinking that they're a prime target for terrorism), and I realize that it is short. But it's similar to what they say about life, it's not about quantity, but quality. And in this chapter, the plot starts to unravel. Esan is pronounced like Ethan, but with an 's' (stress the 'e').Reece helped to write this chapter too.