"Shit! Shit! Shit! What am I going to do!?"
Cassidy watched the stage as security seized Constel, he removed the glamour, but...he didn't look like he did when Cassidy met him.
He looked like the prince!
The crowd gasped and knelt down. The security officers that held him immediately let go and knelt as well.
Even from so far away, Cassidy knelt. The power of royal at full was too much for a Common Tune to surpass. "I'm going to be killed for sure..."
"Oh stand up! All of you."
Everyone stood to their feet.
Then the prince hurried off the stage, hoping no guard would follow him.
Cassidy knew she could hide from him all the way up here, but she couldn't hide from a searchlight that suddenly shone on her form.
"Stand where you are or I will be forced to take you down"
Cassidy gasped. How'd they find her so fast?
The Tone looked down and stood still. She would be charged with Forcing a Song's Nobility to Perform for her, but since the prince, well, was the prince, the worst punishment of all would be in order. Exile.
Guards rushed to the top of the building and seized Cassidy. To make sure she wouldn't resist, one of the guards hit her on the back of the head with the handle of his Paralyzer.
Quickly, all faded to black.
Cold, it was cold, very cold.
Cassidy's brown eyes snapped open. It was almost all black. She groaned and sat up.
Her body was sore, more than likely from the stone floor. The Tone massaged her neck and sighed.
"What a great way to advance", she said sarcastically. "I bet I've made my family proud..."
Cassidy stood up and stretched. "Ow..."
She looked around the vast cell, finding out there was no bed, plenty of bones and a sleeping human, or so they appeared.
The girl decided it'd be best if she just left them be. She's always heard that if you've ended up in the Royal dungeon, that meant you've committed one of the worst crimes possible. This person could've murdered someone for all she knew.
Cassidy sat down and leaned against the wall. "How could I let myself get into this mess..." she mumbled to herself.
"Pssst. Cassidy, come to the door", whispered an oh so familiar voice.
"I don't wanna! I don't have to respect you much since my crime is already one of the worst."
The voice groaned. "Just get over here."
Cassidy was compelled to obey and regrettably walked over to the cell door and peeked through the small barred window. Her eyes narrowed. "What do you want" she asked through gritted teeth.
"I want to apologize...I got out of the castle for once and...well, it got to me and I wanted to show people I was more then a charming prince."
The girl scoffed. "Charming my ass..."
The prince winced, "I-I don't like foul language..."
"Oh really?" Cassidy smirked and said, "That must be a pretty shitty thing. I'm kinda from the slums so I fucking talk like this all the god damned time."
Truth be told, Cassidy didn't really talk like this. She did this only to get a little bit of revenge for him breaking a promise. It didn't matter much that he was royalty to her.
So the Conductor closed his eyes tightly and stated, "Keep talking like that and I won't help you with your judgement...you seemed to be descent."
"If you knew me, dear royal pain in the ass, I probably wouldn't seem that descent to you."
"How's that?"
"...I want to change the ways of Rhapsomoticx."
The Prince's eyes widened slightly and he stared at her with shock and dismay. "Wh-why...? It's fine the way it is..."
Cassidy sighed. "It's pointless...you wouldn't believe in all the flaws I've found over the years..."
"There are some flaws, yes...but, not that many!"
"So you say...You're blind! A long with all the other millions of people!"
"Me? Blind? You're the one who's blind, Cassidy...", the prince said softly, a deep despair in his voice. "If you change your thinking, I-I'll get you all out of this mess in a snap. I would too."
As cold as and as sharp as a new store-bought razor, Cassidy said, "No. I'll choose death rather than change who I really am."
The prince turned away. He sniffled and rubbed both eyes, like a toddler just getting over a crying fit. "Fine...If you want it that way, then so be it...I tried, but apparently...you aren't as great as I thought you could've been."
Those words hit Cassidy hard.
Sure, they were coming from someone she now disliked very much, but, the hurt that was in his voice. Just how lonely was this young prince...?
The prince walked away from the dungeon cell, shoulders drooped, head down. He would cry tonight, he knew for sure. He really thought he could've found a friend.
Cassidy sighed. "Sorry..."
She took herself away from the cell door and glanced over to the human figure. They were wearing a black cloak, with the hood up. They were staring at her.
Cassidy guessed they heard it all.
"Wow! Wish I had a Superior that nice!"
The hooded person was a male, judging by the voice, which was very cheerful.
"Uhm...Okay. What'd you do to end up in here? Mr...er..."
"Call me Demyx"