Chapter 3
After being in the palace for a week, five of the girls have already gone. Seeing how I have a good connection with His Royal Highness, I asked him why without being to nosey. He simply said that he did not feel anything for them. Constantly meeting in the music room, he finally asked the question.
"Ava," he started making me more anxious than I was, "how long does it take to write a piece of music?"
"Depends on the occasion. If it's a small gathering not long as I would write a new song and re-use some of my great pieces that I enjoy performing. If it's a major occasion, it would take me longer as I would write two or three pieces," I replied curiously as I had no clue what would happen, "why?" I later asked.
"Seeing how my father is better my mother planned a gathering for the girls and some of my family. She asked if I know a musician and I said I do. Would you, do it?"
I must have completely blanked out as I woke back in my room. Performing in front of the girls and the royal family was the biggest thing I have ever done. Looking around my room I saw Dylan standing on the balcony. Thinking it over, I decided to join him. Standing there just felt truly magnificent. Feeling the warm October breeze was the best feeling ever. We both stood in silence. It was the most perfect moment in my life.
"Hey," I broke the silence, "how many new pieces of music would you like?" I asked as I could see it in his expression that I may not take the offer. Once these words were out, his expression changed.
"You'll do it then. You'll write music for the gathering!" He was totally thrilled.
"It would be my pleasure," not really thinking of the pressure it would have. Speaking again I timidly asked, "What would your Royal Highness like me to do for this gathering?" mocking myself near the end.
"Whatever you are comfortable with," giving a kiss on my gentle, smooth hand.
Every day I spent either in the music room with all the instruments, in the Lady Parlour, in the peaceful garden or my bedroom. These were the places I could lose myself in my music. That was until one fatal day…
"Miss Scott," I heard an angered voice behind me. I look to see Miss Mochdre, Miss Lovett and another girl standing there. Looking at me.
"Ladies, what may I do for you?" I replied in my most lady-like voice I could do.
"Have you or haven't you been spending every second of the day with Prince Dylan in the music room?" Miss Mia Mochdre implied.
"Maybe," trying not to give this surprise away, "why?"
"Why! Why! I'll tell you why. He has sent nine girls away without spending time with them." Mia suggested getting angrier by the minute.
"Maybe he doesn't feel anything with them. And how do you know he hasn't spent time with them. Not everyone has to tell you what they have done with the Prince." My voice began to rise.
"Yes, they do. I need to know where I stand in the competition and I am not going to let a low-life musician with no fortune stand in my way.
That was it. I legged it out of the Parlour without looking back. Tears began to swell my eyes; I did not know where or what to do. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I was knocked of my feet.
"Ava," someone said as I hit the floor with a thud, "what happened?"
I looked up to see Dylan standing there offering me his hand. Taking his hand (knowing he'll see my tears) I felt so much better.
"Mia…Serena…and another girl…blaming me…for the…nine girls gone." I said saying through my sniffles.
"Ava, no one's blaming you. It's my choice. Do not let it stop you creating the beautiful music for next week please. You are so talented." Dylan always knows how to calm me from previous experiences.
Just by hearing those words made my world become what it used to be. Just me and my music. I asked why he was on his way to the Parlour and he came to ask me if I needed help to write the music. I really needed the help. Prince Dylan offered his arm to me and we both strolled to the music. Only moments after listening to the parts I have, a servant came in. Looking at her it wasn't good news.
"Your Highness," curtsying, "it's your mother. She's ill."
"Thank you."
After she left, we both sat in silence. When I was in this situation with my friend, I played the most sensational song I have ever written (my cover of 'River flows in you'). Without saying anything I started to play. Looking at Dylan's expression, he recognised it and started to play the guitar. It was the best moment in my life.
