CHAPTER 2: Eyes Averted

Setting: One year before the main events of the first movie

Odette sighs for what feels like the tenth time in as many minutes. She's currently sitting in the gardens with a book that has not been cracked open yet.

It's been a long day. Getting ready for Festival Days is a full-time job for the castle and all its occupants. She has thrown herself into helping with the preparations which has helped keep some of the loneliness she has felt this summer away. Food to be prepared, decorations to be hung, and, of course, the obstacle course had to be set up.

That's where Prince Derek has been for the past week. Every year since he was old enough to run the obstacle course himself, he has personally supervised the building of each structure. And every year he claims it to be bigger and better than ever. He even tests it himself. It's his eternal frustration that he is disqualified from running it for the competition, being the prince and all. Festival Days are for the people; he can't just step on their toes by beating them, which he says he can without a doubt.

Odette has barely caught sight of Derek all week because of this. That is just fine with her. She doesn't want his company. She simply…has noticed his absence lately.

Usually, Queen Uberta or her father shove Derek in her direction to keep her company. Somehow their philosophy of "prolonged exposure will breed good will" is not working. Odette and Derek often end up fighting or in unhappy silence. The occasional card game, chess game, or silent book reading happens where they tolerate the other's presence. Odette almost prefers the fighting because when it's quiet, she feels hyperaware of the prince's presence. It's as if she can feel every time he shifts in his seat or takes a deeper breath than usual.

Yes, she does not like having Prince Derek's company forced upon her, but…truthfully, she would prefer it over her present state of solitude.

Despite spending every summer in Chamberg, Princess Odette has not made many friends. There are the noblewomen, most of whom are older than her, there are the maids, and her borrowed ladies-in-waiting. Queen Uberta occasionally has tea with her, just the two of them, but Odette has not found anyone she can share her time and her mind with.

When she dwells on this, her mind often drifts to Derek. Even with their mutual animosity, they have gotten to know each other quite well over the years. Odette almost enjoys the challenge that comes with each day, not knowing what he will say or do to get a rise out of her.

But that was how it was before last summer.

Princess Odette still remembers the expression on his face, illuminated in the moonlight of the library, when he demanded to know what Prince Ambrose had said to her. In that moment, she saw the leader he would become—who he was becoming right before her eyes. Strong, courageous, dedicated to justice, kind.

She felt a…a pull to him then. She cried on his shoulder, her tears staining his pristine uniform. It surprised her, finding comfort in his arms. The mere fact he held her was even more of a surprise.

In that moment, she caught a glimpse of what being with Derek could be, and she hasn't stopped thinking about it since.

Odette closes her book and stands up. After a brief stretch, she heads for the other side of the castle grounds. She can hear the commotion as she approaches. Slowly, they become clear as Odette finds herself finally close enough to hear everything. She keeps herself tucked halfway behind a tree—not really hiding but not quite fully showing her presence either.

"You call this an obstacle course? It ain't even got a moat with crocodiles in it!" Bromley's bravado seeps into every word. He kicks the edge of the balance beam.

"Crocodiles, you say?" Lord Rogers raises an eyebrow at him. "Well, if you think they are needed, I'd say you should go fetch them while we dig a moat."

"Huh?"

"We would need at least—what do you think?—four? Five? Your right, not enough. Get an even ten and call it a day."

Bromley shuffles a bit and coughs. "I would, a'course, but I suppose it would be mean to disturb them in their homes, wouldn't it?"

Rogers smirks. "Indeed."

"Moat or no moat, it's turned into a real beauty this year." Prince Derek, who had been standing on the other side of the rope bridge, comes to stand beside his companions. "I think we're finished!"

"Excellent!" Rogers claps his hands together. "I would say this calls for a test run, don't you think, Prince Derek? Would you care to be the first through?"

Rogers certainly didn't need to ask twice. Derek turns and rushes to the start. There, he crouches and waits until Rogers gives him the signal. Even from a distance, Odette can see his muscles tense, waiting, and then all at once he springs forth.

Since growing past her "roughhouse" phase as her father had put it, Odette had to admit to herself she no longer could best Derek in any physical competition. That was ok to her because after growing out of her awkward years, she blossomed in beauty and found herself enjoying the ministrations that came with keeping her hair and face clean and clear and beautiful.

Alongside her own growth spurt came Derek's. His shoulders had broadened, and his muscles had filled out which helped make his long arms and legs no longer appear lanky. He enjoyed all outdoor activities. Not only hunting and other sports but building projects and even chores. Early on, Queen Uberta had made it clear Derek would know each job in the kingdom and how important they were. The princedom was simply there to help ensure their safety and regulations with foreign kingdoms when necessary. All else was done by the people who deserved to be respected and helped. Derek's father, King Maximillian, had been the one to initiate the Festival Days in the first place. They are widely celebrated and helped kingdom morale quite a lot.

All this accumulated to this moment as Odette watches Derek, in his physical prime, absolutely dominating the obstacle course. He is right in his boasting; if he got the chance to compete, he would most definitely win.

Odette feels her cheeks heat up as she watches him swing across the pit on a rope, land with a grace and ease that could only come with practice and continue without missing a beat.

When he finishes, Bromley and Rogers cheer and clap. Derek turns to them from where he stands at the finish line and gives a bow. He jogs over to his companions.

"Impressive as always, Prince Derek," Lord Rogers says.

"Almost as good as my time would be." Bromley claps Derek on the shoulder. Derek raises an eyebrow at him but says nothing, used to his friend's exaggerations.

"Is everything ship-shape?" Rogers asks. "Any changes that need to be done before tomorrow?"

"Thankfully not. Everything seems just as it should be. Best yet even!"

Derek's back is to Odette so he does not see her approach, which might be for the best in Odette's opinion. If he sees her, he might flee like he has been doing all summer. Lord Rogers, however, does see her as she steps out from her hiding place in the trees and smiles grandly at her. Odette always liked Rogers. He never failed to make her feel welcome and respected. He treats her like she is already the princess of the land.

"Princess Odette! What a wonderful surprise."

Odette sees Derek jolt in surprise before turning to see her. He briefly meets her eyes before turning back to the other two. Rogers, however, will have none of that. He moves around Derek and approaches Odette, taking her hand and briefly bowing over it.

"What brings you here?" he asks.

"I wanted to see the progress. I came just in time to see Derek's test run." Odette bites her lip while deciding if she really wants to say what she's thinking before proceeding. "That was very impressive, Derek. You made it look easy."

Again, Derek's eyes flick to her before moving away. He gives a small nod. "Thank you." He neither says nor does anything more.

Odette tries not to feel disappointed at his response. It's the same response she has been receiving all summer. He has barely acknowledged her. They haven't actively fought this summer which Odette sees as a victory, but like she was pondering before, this indifference is worse than the fighting.

The annoyed look Rogers gives him does not escape Odette. He always presses Derek on his princely manners and never liked how Derek treated Odette (or how Odette treated Derek for that matter). She knew Rogers hoped the two of them would grow out of it, and he was given hope last summer when their animosity turned into something like acceptance. That is, until this summer when they barely acknowledged one another.

"If you thought that was impressive, you should have seen me tackle it earlier!" Bromley puffs out his chest and gives her a grin.

Odette offers a smile but nothing else to indicate she believes him. If she encourages such notions, she knows Bromley's head will only grow bigger. She changes the subject instead. "I was wondering if you three would care to join me for lemonade and other refreshments in the gardens. It's no doubt hot work in the summer sun, and you must be parched."

"That would be delightful!" Rogers claps his hands together. "What a thoughtful suggestion."

Bromley already has a hand rubbing his stomach with approving phrases surrounding "free food" passing his lips.

"Go on without me."

All three look to Prince Derek who is already moving back towards the obstacle course. He gives a wave over his shoulder. "There are a few things I want to check. I'll maybe stop by later."

Bromley balks. "Derek, you just said—"

"I want to make sure it's safe. Triple checking never hurts."

"Funny, I thought you triple checked safety yesterday."

"Go on without me," Derek says again, and then he's too far away to talk anymore, disappearing amongst the wood and rope.

Bromley appears especially put out. No doubt he's thinking that Derek wouldn't want him to hang out with Odette like all the other times they ran away from her, but free food was offered! How can Derek expect him to turn that down?

Odette takes pity on him. "I would still appreciate your company, Bromley, Lord Rogers, if you'd like to join me."

Bromley brightens instantly. "I suppose it would only be courteous." He starts walking towards tables in the seating area on the other side of the castle.

Rogers rolls his eyes. He offers his arm to Odette who can't help but laugh at his exasperation. "I swear, sometimes I think I'm the only one with manners in the whole palace."

The next hour is spent much more pleasantly for Odette than the previous few. Lord Rogers is always excellent company, and Bromley offers entertainment even when he doesn't realize it. The three of them enjoy lemonade, tea, biscuits, and cakes until Bromley stands and declares that he's off to find Derek before the dinner bell rings. This leaves Odette and Rogers. They converse for a few minutes about the book she had been reading, how the summer was passing, and what Odette was most looking forward to during the Festival Days.

"I offered to do face painting for the children," she says.

"Ah! Excellent. They will love it, no doubt. You did it last year too, didn't you?"

"Yes, and it was wonderful. They were all so eager."

"Festival Days certainly gets everyone excited. Rambunctious little tykes that they are. I still remember when you, Derek, and Bromley had more energy than you could run out in a day's time."

Odette winces. "I'd rather not care to remember how ill-mannered I was back then."

Rogers laughs and waves off her concern. "All children are, even royal ones. It's a matter of teaching them as they grow. Unfortunately, Bromley still might need a lesson or two."

"Bromley is unapologetically himself. I think that is his best quality."

"Yes, well, I'm still glad you and Derek grew into well-behaved adults. You are finally civil to one another."

Odette feels herself at a loss on how to respond to that. Were they civil? They barely even spoke.

"Ah, I've embarrassed you. I apologize." Rogers sets down his now empty teacup. "Please forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive. You were speaking the truth." Odette's hands fiddle with the book that has been sitting in her lap since they sat down. "Rogers, may I ask…has Derek…?"

"Yes?"

Odette backtracks and asks a different question. "How has Derek been? I've hardly seen him this summer." Odette can feel Roger's eyes on her despite her looking (what she hopes is) carelessly at her own teacup.

"He has been quiet."

"Oh?"

"Rather contemplative this summer, I must say. Something that has carried over from the previous summer."

Odette dares to meet Rogers's eyes which is a mistake because there are questions within them.

Rogers continues. "Princess Odette, may I be so bold as to ask if there was perhaps something that happened between the two of you last year?"

"What do you mean?" Odette tries to brush off the question with feigned ignorance.

"If I may be frank, did Prince Derek…were Derek's manners towards you less than gentlemanly?"

"What?" Odette's back straightens immediately with shock. The question is something she was not prepared for. "What could possibly make you think—no! Derek has—he was…"

Rogers holds up his hands in defense. "I apologize, madam. I simply was making a connection. This behavior started at last summer's ball after you and he disappeared upstairs."

Odette's face drains of color before reversing to make her cheeks flame. "Rogers, how dare you—!"

"Please, princess! See it from my perspective. If Derek has made such a grave mistake as to—"

"He hasn't!" Odette nearly shrieks. "I am not compromised, Rogers." Odette is quick to look around. Much to her relief, they are the only ones in the garden in this area. The only other people around are the gardeners, and they are much too far away to hear, tending to the shrubs at the edge of the grounds.

"Which is a great relief to me!" Rogers is quick to say. "I am not accusing you of anything, Princess Odette. Prince Derek just changed his behavior towards you so drastically and would say nothing about it. I was afraid—"

"Prince Derek did the dutiful thing and protected me from another who sought to compromise me, and I am extremely grateful to him." Odette says this quickly and quietly, but fiercely. The words burn coming out of her mouth.

At Odette's words and accompanying glare, Rogers is quiet a moment. There is no shame on his face like Odette assumed there would be at his assumptions being proven wrong. No, there is a quizzical wrinkle around his eyes before it smooths into understanding.

"Prince Ambrose."

Odette looks away. "Yes. Him."

"No wonder his visit this spring was so short." Rogers gives a short laugh. "Derek must have given him quite the talking to."

"He did not tell me what he said to Prince Ambrose," Odette admits. "However, it was quite effective as his visit to my kingdom was also quite short, only two days, and even then, he did not approach me in any capacity. He barely greeted me."

Rogers holds out his hand, and Odette places her own in it out of habit. Rogers stands and once again bows over her hand. "Princess Odette, you have put my mind at ease. I thank you most profusely. I apologize for the unwarranted stress I put you through. I did not intend such a thing."

Odette does not relax yet, though. She stands so as to meet Rogers's eyes. "Please, don't tell Derek that you know. All Derek did was make sure I was alright and then escorted me to my room, nothing more. He has done no wrong. We kept what happened between us a secret upon my request. I did not want everyone to know what happened."

Rogers nods. "I will keep the secret. You have my word which is my binding, Princess Odette. And thank you. You have lifted a rather scary burden from my shoulders."

Odette knows what he means by this. Rogers is almost a pseudo father to Prince Derek since his father's passing at such a young age. He took it upon himself to bring the prince up right. If Derek had in any way harmed Princess Odette, the consequences to all would have been grave. Instead, Rogers has heard that his teachings did not fall on deaf ears, that Derek had done the noble, heroic thing and protected his betrothed from danger.

"You are safe from such fears in the future as well," Odette says. "Prince Derek prefers to keep his distance rather than keep my company in any way."

Odette isn't sure why, but Rogers laughs at this. "Oh, my dearest, regarding what you just told me, I think the opposite might be true."

Odette tilts her head, and her eyebrows connect in confusion. "What are you talking about? He can barely stand to look at me, let alone be in my presence."

Rogers still has Odette's hand. She realizes this only when he brings up his other hand to place it atop hers. "Princess, if I may once again speak boldly—you know Prince Derek. He is a stubborn one. When he gets something in his mind, it is difficult to deter him. However, no man is immune to certain things—the companionship of a lovely woman being one of them. Because of this, may I suggest that you keep trying? You are doing marvelously in offering tea and talking to him without an angry word between the two of you. It will get through to him at some point, and he will be as courteous as you are being. He simply needs a little longer to get there."

Odette retakes her hand. "I'm not saying I want to marry him!"

"No, of course not," Rogers says. "I simply think the two of you are much closer now to being friends than ever before, and that is something of value to be sure."

Odette turns to the side, no longer facing Rogers, a clear dismissal. Rogers bows to her.

"Forgive me once again, Princess Odette. I fear I forgot my place. I shall leave you now and go check on supper." Rogers begins walking up the path towards the castle.

"Rogers?"

He turns to see Odette, still not looking at him, yet with her head half-turned in his direction.

"Thank you."

Rogers smiles. "You are most welcome, madam."

Festival Days starts early and ends late. With games and shopping and food and dancing and music and entertainment all needing to be fit into three short days, there's not a moment to lose!

Odette doesn't want to be late. She had gotten up in plenty of time, yet she risks being late as she stares at what is causing the delay.

A small, gold, heart-shaped locket set upon her vanity, waiting to be picked up and placed around her neck to sparkle and shine.

The locket had been a gift from Prince Derek—well, Queen Uberta specifically, but the Queen had the young Prince Derek be the one to bestow the gift to Odette when they were both far too young to understand that this simple exchange created the idea of a different exchange between Queen Uberta and King William.

The locket was not often worn over the years. In the beginning, she was too young for jewelry. A few years later and the young princess was none too careful with her things. Then for a time she absolutely refused to wear jewelry. Princess Odette did wear it once she reached her early teenage years mainly because she loved how it complimented the color of her hair. However, in more recent years, Odette has left it in her jewelry box because she could now feel the weight of its implication. If she wears it again, she feels like it will be to show her acceptance of this—the arrangement she and Derek find themselves in.

She does not accept that arrangement forced upon her. Odette puts the locket back in the jewelry box.

However, even as she does this, Lord Rogers's words ring in her ears. "…may I suggest that you keep trying?…It will get through to him at some point, and he will be as courteous as you are being. He simply needs a little longer to get there."

Odette doesn't know if she fully believes those words, but friendship with Derek is something she is now willing to admit to herself that it is something she wants. After all these years, seeing who he has turned into, she admires him as a leader and a fellow royal.

But how does she see him as a man?

Odette sighs. She doesn't want to think of that aspect. However, if they are ever going to have good kingdom relations between them, they are going to have to learn to get along, and Odette refuses to be the reason for animosity.

So even though she puts away the locket, refusing the arrangement, she resolves to no longer be cold to Prince Derek.

Starting today.

"I want a butterfly!" words tumble out of the little girl's mouth as she takes a seat on the stool at the face-painting booth.

"That sounds lovely. How about a purple butterfly?"

"Pink!"

Odette laughs. "Pink it is." She dips the brush into the paint and begins her work.

She's been at this for hours. Yes, she is tired, but she's more than happy. She loves children. When a new child sits down, she asks what their favorite part of the Festival Days is. Their answer usually distracts them from their impatience in sitting still as Odette finishes her work. Odette has painted butterflies, cats, dogs, monsters, birds, fish, and many more on what she thinks is every child in the kingdom at this point.

Mornings are usually for booths like hers along with the crafts and tradesmen selling their goods before everyone eats a smaller meal for lunch provided by merchants showcasing what they can do to get more business throughout the year. The afternoon consists of sporting events—equestrian competitions, rowing, foot races, and so on. The finale will be the obstacle course on the third day.

At the end of each day, everyone sits down for a free large meal offered by the castle as a show of goodwill and appreciation for the kingdom's residents. After dinner, sometimes even during it, entertainment begins. Music and dancing and even singing. That is Odette's personal favorite. Everyone is full and has had a few drinks so they're more willing to let lose and enjoy the evening without reservation. It's much less stuffy than the balls where her hair is piled high on her head and the corset digs into her ribcage.

No, for Festival Days, she is in a comfortable dress in the sunshine with everyone in a good mood.

"All done," Odette announces. She holds up a mirror for the little girl to inspect. The girl squeals, gives Odette a hug, then runs to show her mother who sends her back to thank the princess. The little girl does so before once again running off.

Odette laughs as she waves goodbye. She notices that was the last person in line. Looking at the sun, she sees it high and hot in the sky. Lunchtime has rolled around. She grabs the sign telling anyone who stops by that she is out to lunch and places it on the table. She moves to put away her supplies when she sees someone familiar.

Prince Derek stands up straighter, as if caught by Odette's gaze. He turns away, opens and closes his hands before placing them behind him and walks up to her.

Odette makes quick work of cleaning up but still isn't finished by the time Derek has made his way over. "Hello, Derek," she greets simply.

"Hello, Odette," he replies just as cordially. "I…came to see how things were going for you."

"They are going well, thank you." Odette works on cleaning the last of her brushes. Usually, she would let the silence drag on, but she had resolved only a few hours ago to better their relationship. She might as well start now. "I believe every little one in the kingdom has visited my booth."

"Is that so?"

"There will be plenty of mothers tonight cleaning the cheeks of their children only to repeat the process again tomorrow."

Much to Odette's relief, Derek smiles. "Wasn't that long ago that it was us with paint smeared on our faces."

Odette laughs. "You with your bear and me with my swan. I don't think our choices ever changed over the years."

"Why should they? Everyone knows the bear is the best."

Odette feels a fond smile cross her face. What she remembers best is him mocking her for choosing the swan face painting. Yet looking beyond her own feelings, she can see how proud he was of his choice, even going so far as to growl at Rogers and his own mother.

The last of the supplies is put in its place. There is a moment of silence where the two of them stand there without words. Yet another silence. Odette filled the last one and wonders if Prince Derek would be willing to fill this one.

"Well…" he starts.

Odette actually feels herself anticipating his words.

"I'd better go find Bromley. We're getting lunch before heading over to the races."

Odette nods, unsure how to feel about the disappointment in her chest. "Of course."

Derek clears his throat and holds out his elbow. "May I escort you to the seating area?"

Odette blinks at him. Derek blinks back but straightens and averts his gaze. Odette quickly takes his offered elbow, fitting her hand easily in the crook of his arm. "Yes, thank you. That would be nice."

And he does. He escorts her over, passing Odette off to her father before Derek leaves to find Bromley.

King William seems far too pleased when he says, "That was kind of the prince."

"Yes, it was," is all Odette offers. "So, father, what would you like for lunch?"

King William laughs. "You ask as if you don't already know." Thankfully, the question is distracting enough, and he drops all talk of Derek.

"Leg of lamb?"

"Roasted to perfection with a roll for soaking up the leftover grease!"

Odette feels fondness for her father and his predictability. "Let's go find it then."

The rest of the first day passes pleasantly. Odette meanders through the market to see what the venders offer. After getting a few items, she attends supper, seated next to the others at the royal table. Herself, her father, Prince Derek, Queen Uberta. A few others have the honor of sitting there, such as Bromley and Lord Rogers.

Soon after the meal, Lord Rogers is off to conduct a showcase of the latest his band has practiced. This makes up the remainder of the evening before everyone retires for the night.

The second day of Festival Days brings clouds. They are not dark enough to threaten rain, therefore the morning goes by as planned. The vendors set up—with their canopies extra secured in case the clouds do decide to drop rain—and the people come out in droves.

Odette is once again finishing up the last few children before lunch comes around. A pair of siblings want to be birds. Their arguing on who gets what colors is rather loud because they can't possibly be both colors no matter what their mom suggests.

Odette laughs and suggests that she can make two separate shades of blue. Therefore, they can both be blue without being the same color. This solution goes over well with both boys who squirm and babble on as they get their faces painted. No matter how many questions Odette asks them, their attention does not stay on one thing for long.

But eventually they do get through the laborious process of sitting still and spring up once finished to show off to each other how great their faces are. Their mother quickly corrals them and shoos them away to find lunch.

"Thank you, your highness," the mother says. She gives a tired smile that Odette returns.

"My pleasure." Odette waves them off before starting to clean up her station.

"Those two remind you of anyone?"

Odette startles. She whips around to find Derek standing just beyond the post holding up the tent for her booth. After being spotted, he comes fully around and leans back against said post.

"You scared me."

"It's not the first time I've done that, but this is the first time it's unintentional."

Odette shakes her head yet allows herself half a smile. "And how has your morning been, Prince Derek?" she asks as she dips her brush into the cup of water before wiping it off with a rag.

Derek kicks at the dirt. "Boring. It's the same booths as yesterday. Nothing new. I'm basically waiting for lunch so we can get to the games."

Odette finishes closing the last of her paint jars. She realizes then her hands are shaking slightly. Is it from being frightened? Her heart is still racing since Derek's sudden appearance. "What will you attend today?"

"The rowing was yesterday. There are a few of the footraces today, I suppose."

"There are the equestrian events today," Odette points out. "That's where I plan to be."

"Oh?"

"They're my favorite. I thought you knew that."

"I did—I do. I just thought you'd, I don't know, prefer shopping."

"I shopped yesterday."

"Oh."

Silence extends between them as Odette closes up her booth. She lets the flaps of the tent close before turning to find Derek closer than she expected. He already has his elbow extended.

"Lunch?" is all he says.

Odette nods and takes his arm. They're quiet as they walk over. Quite out of nowhere, Odette can't help a small laugh that escapes her.

"What?" Derek asks.

"Nothing. It's only…I think that's the longest conversation we've had all summer."

Derek doesn't reply. He remains quiet the rest of the short walk to the lunch area. This time, he leaves her with Queen Uberta before waving goodbye with an excuse that he needs to find Bromley despite his mother's not-so-subtle hints to stay and enjoy a meal with them—Odette specifically, but she doesn't say that part out loud.

"Those two cannot be separated," the Queen mutters. "Nevermind them. Come along, Odette! I saw the most delightful summer salad being offered over there."

"That sounds lovely."

An hour later and Odette is seated in her designated spot. Each area has specific spots for the royals to watch if they so please. It's slightly raised and away from the main crowd for both safety and for a better view. A couple of guards flank the section on either side.

Odette is the only one seated there. She had hoped at least Queen Uberta would show up. She always seemed to like the preening and showing off that came with this part of Festival Days, but the Queen had said the booths were begging for her attention. Her father likely escaped for a quick nap. He's becoming tired more often lately.

Odette settles in and tries not to let the loneliness she felt throughout the summer creep back.

It doesn't get a chance because suddenly she has a companion. Prince Derek has seated himself next to her. He isn't looking at her (again).

"Derek?"

"Hm?" He appears engrossed in what's before him despite the horses and their riders simply making a few circuits before the competition starts.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for the show, same as you." Derek gestures to the field before them.

"I can see that. You didn't seem that interested in it before."

Derek only shrugs.

Fine. If that's all Odette gets, then that's the same as what she will give. She sits straight in her seat, directly facing the field, and says nothing more.

The competition begins soon after. Ignoring the frosty feeling becomes easy as Odette watches in wonder as the horses and their riders make a show of their jumps and turns and trots. It really is magnificent.

After a while, the silence is broken. "You're really enjoying this."

Odette again looks to Derek, who now (finally) has the decency to look at her when he speaks to her. "I am. Aren't you?"

"You know the obstacle course is my favorite."

"I do know that," Odette says. "But what about this? Why come if you aren't going to enjoy it?"

"I am enjoying it," Derek quickly says, "just not as much as you. That's all I meant."

"Oh. I see. Well…yes, I'm having a good time."

"Good."

The two go back to watching the show. No more words are exchanged, there are only cheers as the show continues then concludes. It's a wonderful way to spend an afternoon, according to Odette. When they leave their seats, she finds herself in a fairly good mood. The weather, however, does not seem to feel the same.

The dark cloud followed through with their threat and rain starts falling. It is not a lot nor is it cold. It's just enough to make everything in the world damp.

Odette ducks her head automatically to avoid the rain despite there being no escape. At least, that is what she thinks until she finds herself shielded by a cape being held over her head by none other than the Prince of Chamberg.

"Let's head to the grand hall. It's almost suppertime anyway," he says.

Her surprise and, admittedly, delight at this gentlemanly gesture makes it so Odette only nods as they rush to the castle.

Plenty of other people had the same idea as the entry hall is half full already. Rogers is already taking charge, standing on a chair and hollering at the crowd who only half listens.

Odette leans over to Derek who is shaking out his damp cape. "I think you might be of some help to him."

Derek smirks. "A prince's work is never done."

As he walks away, Odette opens her mouth to stop him, to thank him, but she finds excuses not to. He's already a fair distance away, there are other people around, it's too loud…maybe later. Later, yes.

Odette decides to head for the dining hall to see if some hot tea can be sent out. She finds that, yes, tea can be sent out, but the meal cannot be early. It is not yet finished.

Odette bides her time by helping to distribute cups of tea. The citizens are grateful for the gesture. One older woman in particular whose face is sagging with wrinkles and has whisps of white hair sticking out from underneath her scarf. Before she takes the offered cup, she reaches out a frail hand and pats Odette's cheek.

"Such a sweet one," is all she says before taking the cup and walking away.

It strikes Odette, not for the first time during her visits here, that she has grown to love these people almost as much as her own people—perhaps even as an extension of her own. It would be an honor to serve such a steadfast, kindhearted, honorable group.

And then she remembers what is required in order to actually have them be her people.

A quick search and her eyes find Derek conversing with three men who look like they've worked every day since they were old enough to work a plow. All four have grins, and they laugh at something Derek says.

Derek has a wonderful smile. One that, three summers ago, started to make Odette's knees weak and her heart beat faster.

Odette takes a deep breath, pours a fresh cup of tea, and heads for that exact group. The men stop talking once they see the princess approaching and stand slightly taller out of respect. Derek glances to see why they've suddenly gone quiet and does the same once he sees her.

Before she can lose her nerve or Derek says something, Odette holds out the cup of tea to the prince with a smile. "I apologize for interrupting, Prince Derek," Odette says, addressing him professionally because despite their animosity, she would never show such disrespect to him in front of his people, "but I noticed you didn't have any tea. I didn't want you to get cold."

Derek takes it wordlessly then says, "I…thank you?"

Odette gives her best princess smile, one once again inspired by Rogers's words of advice to her, and says, "Of course. I also wanted to thank you for getting me out of the rain earlier. That was very kind of you."

Derek blinks. The "you're welcome" that passes his lips seems rather automatic.

Odette gives a small nod of her head. "I should let you get back to your conversation. Have a good evening." She turns and walks away. It takes quite a bit of willpower not to turn around and see if he's watching her. She wants him to.

Perhaps one look.

She glances back and sees Derek's head whip back to the group of men. Odette can't help the warmth that spreads through her. It's not the haughty pleasure at knowing she got the better of him, but rather the hopeful joy that comes with possibilities.

Maybe. Just maybe…

The second night ends early after everyone has had their tea and a hot meal since the rain decided it wants to stay. Everyone decides to head for home with carriage rides given for those that can't make it on foot. Because of this Odette manages to get to bed early and sleep long and well before rising for the final day of Festival Days.

Thankfully, this gives her enough energy to manage the long line of children. It's as if everyone comes out for the last celebration day which makes it busier than even the first day.

By the end of the morning, Odette's arms ache and she has to keep flexing her fingers to keep them from cramping, but it's joyful work as each child spills their thanks before bounding away. Still, Odette is grateful for the break that lunch gives.

Despite Odette chastising herself, it doesn't keep her from glancing around in hopes of seeing a certain someone as she cleans her workstation. She closes the tent and begins walking towards the booths only to suddenly be rushed.

Derek has appeared seemingly out of nowhere, grabbing Odette's arm, wrapping it around his arm, then starts walking quickly—all this done in a swift second that has Odette's senses trying to catch up.

"Derek?"

"We're late," he says.

"For lunch?"

"You know the lines for lunch get long on the last day and it's already full in the square. We need to hurry and eat in order to get to the field."

"For—? Oh! The obstacle course. How could I forget?"

Derek gives her a wry smile but says nothing else as he continues hurrying her.

At lunch, Queen Uberta gives reproving looks to her son and Bromley who shovel food into their mouths. It takes elbowing Derek a third time in the side for him to finally slow a little. Odette has to take a bite to keep herself from smiling. Normally, she would have found such a thing disgusting, but it's not the careless manners of a boy, rather the barely-contained anticipation of a man who knows he has to be calm but finds it difficult. Odette can't really blame him. He's been looking forward to this all year.

And so, the four royals along with Bromley make their way to the field where their booth awaits. It has the best view, Derek made sure, placing it so they could see the majority of the course while also making it a raised platform to see over the crowds.

Everyone finds their places, and Derek heads down to the starting line. Odette finds herself sitting up straighter to get a better look. She sees him square his shoulders and taking a deep breath before throwing up both his arms in a grand gesture.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this year's obstacle course! I couldn't be prouder of the work put into it this year. I can promise you it's the best we have created so far. I only say that because I promise it will be bigger and better next year." Cheers erupt from the crowd. Derek waits a moment before quieting them down. He again gesture, this time to a man who approaches him, a burly man with his sandy hair tied back in a ponytail and weatherworn clothing. "It is my honor to introduce last year's winner, Hogarth!" More cheers from the crowd. "Hogarth will not be participating this year due to an injury, but he wanted to wish the participants his best. Hogarth, any words you would like to share?"

Hogarth gives a toothy grin and says, "Nothing but good luck to yah!"

Cheers once again. Derek calls the participants to their marks. He holds up an arm with a red flag in his hand. "Racers ready? On your marks…get set…"

The crowd is silent with tension.

"GO!"

Then the eruption into shouting and calls of encouragement. Derek rushes back to his spot to watch the progress. Odette is on the other side of her father, so he and the Queen are between her and Derek. Even with that distance, she can clearly hear Derek proudly talking to Bromley about how he's surprised the participants took to the rope bridge so well, how he wishes he would have made the bars higher, how he already has ideas for next year.

And as she watches the participants, Odette has to give Derek his dues. He truly did a great job this year. The course is difficult without being impossible. A worthy challenge for the average man. Odette finds herself cheering as well and sitting on the edge of her seat in anticipation as the men come into the last stretch. She stands with everyone else when the winner crosses the finish line barely a full stride before man behind him.

Derek is already back down there, holding up the hand of the winner, shouting his name. Odette can't even hear it with how loud the crowd is. He hands over the prize—a sturdy box filled with two new, top-of-the-line tools, a hammer and a knife, made with only the best, most durable material.

The cheering eventually peters out into chatter. Derek stays near the course. He walks along it with several men, explaining sections and showing it off. He will be busy the rest of the afternoon, no doubt.

Odette turns to her father who has finished talking with Queen Uberta who instead is chattering with a couple of duchesses who have made their way over.

Odette notices her father's slower blinks. He has been getting more tired lately, needing an afternoon nap more often than not lately. Odette leans in and quietly asks, "Perhaps some peace and quiet in the castle would be warranted?"

King William gives a short laugh. "You read my mind, my lovely daughter. Care to join me?"

Odette stands with her father and takes his offered arm. "Some quiet after this busy day and before the busy night might be a good idea."

When she hears her father's labored breathing as he carefully steps down the stairs, she makes the decision to allow him to sleep as long as he needs and to have his meal sent to his room before joining the rambunctious crowd this evening for the final celebration.

Odette is glad she took advantage of those few hours of quiet at the castle because when she goes back out to the town square, the place is packed. People everywhere, shoulder to shoulder, each talking to the other with excitement in their voices. She can't blame them, of course. She's rather excited herself.

The band—not the full band that Rogers conducts, but rather a smaller, local group who plays every year—is already set up on the small wooden stage. Odette came back just in time to hear them shout a greeting to the anxious crowd. One man even heckles them good-naturedly to "get on with the music already!". That brings a laugh from everyone, and the band obliges.

Soon, the town square is filled with dancing and laughter. More people than not are dancing. The few who decided not to dance are standing at the edges, clapping along to the beat. The fiddle sings out a quick tune. Rather smart to start with a faster song with how much energy the people have to release.

Odette doesn't stay on the sidelines for long. An older gentleman with only a few teeth but a kindly look in his eyes approaches Odette.

"Would the lovely princess be willin' to dance with little ol' Tiberius?" he asks.

Odette takes the hand he offers. "It would be my pleasure."

It isn't uncommon for Odette to dance at these. However, she is usually shuffled off to Derek by Queen Uberta who insists he always have the first dance with her. However, she hasn't seen Derek all afternoon, and Queen Uberta is on the other side of the square where she can't tell Odette no. So Odette dances.

Others quickly notice the princess's presence, and Odette is never in want of a dance partner. She is passed from one man to the next, each one says in one way or another how they are honored to dance with her. Once again, Odette is struck by how wonderful these people are, how much of a privilege it would be to actually be their princess, to be their representative and truly serve them as she does her own people.

It feels like hours have passed with how Odette's feet are aching from the amount of dancing she has done. She thinks she might have a possibility for a break when the man she is dancing with thanks her and walks away at the end of the set and no one else immediately approaches her. Odette walks towards the edge of the crowd. She is panting and rather sweaty, but she feels wonderful. Such good exercise!

A glass of water suddenly appears in front of her. She looks up the arm to the person offering it to her and sees Prince Derek before her…not meeting her eyes.

"You looked like you could use some refreshing," he says.

Odette takes the offered cup. "Thank you," she says before downing the whole thing. She realizes that isn't very ladylike, but it's exactly what she needs. It tastes wonderful, cool and crisp, and it's kind to the overwhelming heat she is feeling after so much exercise and with so many people packed into one space.

"Need a refill?" Derek asks with a laugh.

Odette ducks her head in embarrassment. "No, but thank you all the same."

"You sure? Seems you might need it."

"I'll be alright. This was good."

Derek takes the glass back. He seems unsure for a moment. It's odd, seeing his stillness in the moving crowd around him. "I'll just…I'll take these back to the refreshment stand."

Oddly, Odette says, "I'll go with you."

Derek raises an eyebrow but says nothing as they make their way over. The crowd is still packed, even a couple hours in, and this makes it difficult to move around. Once the glasses are given back, Derek turns to Odette. He says something that Odette can't quite hear because of a rather loud group right next to them.

"What was that?"

"I said—" Derek stops himself. He takes Odette's arm and gently pulls her away from the group. It's not much better a few feet away, but it's quiet enough to hear now. "I asked if everyone was treating you well."

Odette is surprised at the question. She briefly wonders if Queen Uberta put him up to this. That is until Odette remembers last summer and the last time she danced with someone who wasn't Derek. The Queen doesn't know about that. She wouldn't make him ask such a thing. Odette feels touched that he would make sure she is safe. She reaches out and places a hand on his forearm. "Yes, thank you. Everyone has been treating me wonderfully. There are no incidents, I promise."

"Good, good." Derek shifts on his feet. "You would tell me, wouldn't you? If someone said or did anything?"

Odette nods. "Yes, you have my word, Derek. I promise. You were right last summer. It is your kingdom; you should know what goes on in it."

"Glad you understand."

Odette takes her hand back. "I didn't get a chance to tell you earlier, but the obstacle course was wonderful! You did an amazing job, Derek."

Derek seems surprised at her praise. He moves past it quickly and immediately dives into talking about the course. "It really was great, wasn't it? I already have plans for improvements, though. Did you notice the rough corner they took past the rope bridge? I think it would be better after the balance beam."

Odette allows Derek to talk. She likes watching the excitement in his eyes. The whole thing makes his features more open, which is not something she sees often when he's talking with her. It's a nice change. Odette enjoys the conversation, even if it is rather one-sided.

The conversation is interrupted when yet another gentleman asks if Odette would be willing to dance. Odette takes a breath to answer in the affirmative when she feels her hand being taking by someone other than the man before her.

"I'm sorry, but you're just a little too late," Derek says. He holds Odette's hand higher. "I've already claimed the next dance."

"Ah well," the man says, "I didn't mean to impose."

"Perhaps next year," Odette says to the man who nods before walking away. Odette then turns to Derek. "Are you actually going to dance with me?"

"If I don't, my mother will not let me hear the end of it."

Oh. Yes. Of course. It's not as if he actually wanted to dance with her solely for the pleasure of doing so. Odette tries to silence her disappointment and instead focus on the cheery music. Soon enough, she manages to forget the reason for her sadness and gives herself into enjoying the dance. It becomes easier with the second dance, and the third. One right after the other. Derek does not let go of her hand nor lets others get close to whisk her away.

By the fourth song dancing with Derek, Odette is dizzy once again with joy. The music has filled her head enough that she isn't thinking about her tired muscles or reluctant partner who isn't looking as reluctant his words would suggest. He's laughing along with her as he twirls her and they join in the group steps of the latest song.

It's after the fifth song that Odette finds herself leaning against Derek. Exhaustion is getting the better of her. Derek catches the hint and guides her off the dance floor. By now, some of the crowd has dispersed. The party will still have plenty of participants well into the night, but plenty of families are bringing home their younger ones and the older ones have decided to get off of their feet.

Odette continues utilizing Derek's sturdiness. She leans against him and wraps her arms around his bicep to keep on her feet. He says nothing about that and instead asks, "Are you done for the night?"

"Mm-hmm," Odette hums out along with a short nod of her head.

"I'll escort you back."

Derek has a carriage waiting at the edge of down. The castle is within a couple miles, but after the rigorous dancing of the past few hours, Odette knows she wouldn't be able to make it. She allows herself to be almost lifted into the carriage by Derek, rests her head against his shoulder the entire ride there, and goes back to clinging to his arm once they exit at the castle's entrance.

"Let me guess, you won't be able to even make it up the stairs without my help."

"Which one of us was dancing the entire evening?" Odette asks instead of directly asking for help.

"Point taken." Derek is already walking her to the grand staircase.

It wouldn't have been impossible for Odette to make it up the stairs herself. However, having Derek there is a much better alternative. She takes strength from his sturdy presence. They make their way down the empty halls until they reach Odette's door where she finally pulls away from him.

The serene smile on her face nearly falters when she sees the odd look in Derek's eye. He's looking at her, finally looking at her, but now she isn't sure she wants it because she can't read what's on his face.

He takes a breath in preparation to say something, opens his mouth halfway even, but he decides against whatever it is he is thinking, and instead further allows the deafening silence to continue surrounding them.

Odette similarly finds herself at a loss for words. There's…something there, something going on and she does not want to break it. She decides to wait mainly because she cannot think of what she should do.

And then Derek leans in, closing the distance between them only to stop halfway to Odette. Because he is close, Odette can see the thoughts pass through his eyes—his desire to finish what he started, the realization of what exactly that means, the surprise at his own thoughts, and the regret.

Oh the regret, that hurts Odette the most, almost as much as realizing just how much she wanted him to kiss her.

Derek steps back and away from her. He takes his hands back from Odette's—she didn't even realize he had been holding them—and places them behind his back. He shifts into his princely pose he uses for any formal interaction, and he bows.

"Goodnight, Princess Odette."

And he's gone. He walks briskly down the hall, as close to running as he can, in order to escape the situation as quickly as possible, leaving Odette standing there in the hall all alone.

Odette rushes into her room and locks the door behind her.

"Next summer will be the last."

King William closes his eyes and keeps them closed for a moment, as if doing so will hide him from the words and their meaning. The conviction in the words is final, but he feigns ignorance anyway. "What are you talking about?"

Odette expression is as solemn as her words. "Next summer will be the last summer I allow you to put the two of us through this."

King William and his daughter are riding in the carriage on their way to the docks to board the ship to take them back to their kingdom. They are facing one another which means there is no escape from the finality in Odette's gaze.

"Odette…are you sure—?"

"I'm sure," she says. "We are wasting time with this, father. Derek will not change his mind. Nor will I. If something drastic changes next summer and we do end up getting married, so be it. But if not, please, allow me to marry someone else. I'll meet whomever else you want me to, anyone else you approve of, just give me other choices. Please, don't keep making me go through this."

Odette puts all the desperation and despair she feels into her expression. Her hope that her father sees this and understands is successful. He sighs and nods. "Very well. One last summer. I will talk with Queen Uberta about it next summer."

Odette sighs in relief, "Thank you, father."

It is a relief to her, yet Odette does not feel the knot in her chest dissipate. After the end of Festival Days, Odette did her best to try and talk to Derek, but he had avoided her like the plague. If she thought he had been ignoring her before, he really ignored her after their…interaction when he escorted her back to her room after Festival Days.

Odette realizes the cause of her pain. She had allowed herself to hope. She had thought for just a moment that maybe, perhaps, possibly, they could make this work. They could fall in love and be together and everyone would get what they want, but it's as if her attempts at brokering peace between them had spooked Derek. He did not want to be with her, and Odette found this harder to accept now when in the past she celebrated this as hope for a freedom with a loving marriage to someone else.

Stupid. Stupid of her to even consider it a possibility with Derek.

Odette has cried enough the past couple of weeks that she does not shed a tear thinking about it now.

And yet, even now with the sadness in her heart, she is allowing one more summer instead of putting her foot down now. Against her better judgment, she has some hope that Derek will once more look at her like he did that night two weeks ago. That he might love her.

A dream Odette will only admit to herself quietly in hopes that if she doesn't speak it out loud, it will hurt less if it does not come to fruition.

A/N: Hopefully, you all like this chapter, I feel like this chapter is mostly set up, but there will be payoff later!