1 hour – prompts used: 'crown' 'bouquet' 'cook' 'trio' 'lobster'
Princess Lily was going to be killed. Her name wasn't on the hit list – though she probably would be – and she hadn't been arrested for treason or any other crime that is punishable by hanging. No, Princess Lily had lost her crown.
"Your Highness, can I help you?" The royal cook asked as she hid behind a large bouquet of flowers when her mother passed. "Is there something wrong?"
"Oh no, nothing to worry about Marlene." Lily assured the young woman. "I've just misplaced something." Marlene glanced knowingly at her friend, eyes staring at her head before smiling softly. "But what is that delicious smell?"
"That'd be dinner." Marlene responded, puffing out her chest with pride. "My famous lobster recipe. I know it's your favourite." Lily grinned with joy, at least she'd be eating something delicious before she died. "But I do believe that a couple of the guards were looking for you; something about a missing jewel." Lily's eyes widened and she hurried from the room, forgetting to ask which guards in her hurry.
An hour later and she hadn't found the supposed guards. She'd come across dozens and upon questioning each one, they looked more and more confused. Giving up on any chance of living her life after this evening, Lily rested against a brick wall and sighed with defeat. She shouldn't be a princess at all really. She was always eating and barely awake before ten in the morning. She'd prefer to take part in the knightly activities and was always found with mud on the hem of her dress or a twig in her hair and she was always losing things. Always.
She'd lost shoes and earrings as well as quills and her horse's reins. One time she'd even lost herself! But she had never lost her crown before.
"Your Highness!" A voice called out down the corridor and she glanced up to see a trio of shadows walking towards her. "That missing jewel has been located." Her knees wobbled with relief and she grinned like a fool, rushing towards them.
"Where was it?" She asked once thanking them and placing the cursed thing on her head after removing a leaf from her fringe.
"Well, my dear, somebody left it in my chambers last night." Prince James whispered huskily, producing smirks on his two closest knights' faces. "Maybe, next time you're in a rush to leave my room, you'll remember everything." He then delicately pecked her cheek, shot her a wink, and walked away.