The Truest of Hearts

[4everDifferent]

Micaiah was awakened the next morning in no better mood than he was the night before. Selphia helped the young prince dress and was the first to notice his mood. She had never seen him this upset. He had lost toys and pets before but this depression the young prince awoke in was concerning.

"Micah," Selphia's was laced with concern as she ran a hand over the front of his shirt, flattening it out, "Are you alright?"

Micaiah nodded and looked at his governess, "I just thought that she really wanted to be my friend."

"Oh, Micah, you'll learn that some things aren't always as they seem. In sure the princess really does want to be your friend. Perhaps her choice to sit with you was overruled by her parents," she replied.

Micaiah shrugged and his fingers fiddled with the hem of his shirt, "But she wanted to sit with me and then didn't. What if she doesn't want to be my friend? What if she said all those things just to be unkind?0

Selphia sighed and then smiled slightly, "Wait and see. I'm sure your fears are ill placed," she hugged him and he returned the gesture, "Now, the games will be starting soon, which champion will you be rooting for?"

Micah perked up at the mention of the games, "Ours, of course!" He chose his champion and Selphia giggled.

If the young price would let it, this day could be a day to remember. Wether it involved the princess or not would not matter. She was fairly confident that the princess had not been cruel, but did indeed want to be Micaiah's friend.

 

[Phi Chisym]

Again, up far too early for her young mind to manage, Quil was awaken and rushed through her daily routine by her Governess and her entourage of assistance. Quil hardly could keep her eyes open as they bathed her, dressed her, fixed her hair and puppeted her around to get her blood pumping for the day's events. She wasn't in her normal spirits this morning, which made Bianca fear that, perhaps, the night's energy and rich food was too much for her lil' Lady's delicate appetite for such. Nevertheless, she knew how to spark a fire under the girl's feet.

"Today, you'll enjoy a day at the games. Aren't you excited?"

Quil's eyes did rise slightly at the thought of all the jousting, archery, and swordplay, especially since her older brother will be competing. But, all in all, her enthusiasm was lackluster, for it just wouldn't be the same unless shared with the company of a friend.

"I don't want to go to the games, Bianne!" Quil whined, stomping her foot and crossing her arms with a frightful scowl. "It won't be any fun, not anymore, unless Father and Mother allow me to sit with Prince Micaiah." She was going to get her way, whether they like it or not.

Bianca relaxed with a grin, "I don't believe staging a protest will be necessary, M'Lady. Your parents fully agree."

Quilica's eyes lit up like fireflies and before anyone realized it, the little princess pranced and danced round the room with a renewed spirit full of laughter and joy. "YEAH! Now, I can tell him everything!"

"Tell him what, Quilicia?" Queen Nessarose entered her room, dressed in her casual game day attire. Quil rushed to her mother and hugged her legs, "I get to sit with Prince Micaiah today! So, I'm going to apologize for not sitting with him at dinner last night. Then, we're going to watch the games, and he's promised me a match later on too... I don't remember what that match was going to be, but he'll remind me later. Then, well... I'm not sure what we'll do next, but I know it will be fun and we'll do it together and have lots of fun! Mother, please don't tell me I can't have fun with my new friend today? Prince Micaiah really doesn't mind playing with me, even though I'm young and I'm a girl, and he's really nice too. I want to show him that I can play the piano too... I wonder if he knows how to play music? I'll have to ask him that soon..."

Nessarose was shocked at her daughter's non-stop chatter about Prince Micaiah. It was far too overwhelming for her so early in the morning, but it was always nice to see her daughter's vibrant personality at it's peek. "Quilicia, did you enjoy your time with Prince Alexander as well? His parents have informed me that you two had an nice chat last night at dinner."

Quil stopped bouncing at her mother's feet and stood straight as a board, tucking her arms behind her back with a sudden calm, unorthodox mannerism that Bianca only dreamed of ever happening in real life. Both her governess and her mother stood uncomfortably shocked, to say the least.

"Well, he was rather nice too, very...serious, in some ways. I don't know if he likes playing with little girls like me. He's not a nice loser, mother. He only cares about winning, it seems. But, I haven't had a chance to play games with him, but he did promise me he would soon. Which is nice..." She was really working hard to place her feelings into the proper words, but she felt they weren't exactly what she had in mind. "It's just that...well, I didn't get to play with him, like I did with Prince Micaiah, so I don't know a lot about him yet. But, that will chance. I'm going to make him keep his promise to me." She brightly smiled and clapped her hands."

Nessarose smiled and knelt down to give her daughter a kiss on the cheek. "I know you will, my little lionessa. But, for now, let's just go enjoy the games first. Your brother will be looking for your banner and listening for your cheers. He'll need your prayers too, to keep him safe. That's very important to him. Without his sister's heart with him, he'll loose his motivation to be safe and win skillfully."

"Oh no, mother. Eigwin always has my heart. He'll do excellent!" And with that, Princess Quil followed her mother to breakfast.

 

[4everDifferent]

The jousts were first. The stands to the arena already were filled to the brim with bodies that were eager to see the riders try their hardest to dismount their opponent. This was Micah's favorite game. The sounds of the pounding of the horses feet, the splintering if the wood as the lance made contact and the roar of the crowd when their rider won. He absolutely loved it and hoped that one day, he could participate in such games.

Micah followed behind his mother and father, his siblings behind him, as they moved to the royal box. Something was off, however, as they all took their seats. There was an additional chair beside him and his siblings were forced to sit one down. He looked at the chair and then to his mother with a confused look on his face. She noticed but could only smile.

"Mother?" He asked.

"Sometimes, Micah, one must be patient and wait for the things they most desire," she taught her son, "Princess Quilicia will be joining you for the games. Things worked out, Micah, you must learn to be patient. Sometimes the things we want are out of our control."

Micah was unsure if he should be happy or upset still. Finally, the joy of spending time with Quilicia overruled his frustrations and a broad smile spread across his face. It was nice to know that despite not having dinner with him, she still wanted to spend time with him. A part of him still wished that she would have eaten with him, but perhaps she had a logical explanation for not doing so.

 

[Phi Chisym]

Quilicia was nervous and giddy all at the same time. Her feet would start to skip as she followed her parents to the box seats where Micaiah's family sat, but then they began to slow in energy and shuffle in fear of what she might find. But then, her eyes would fall upon the peace offering she held in her hand and suddenly they were lively again, so much so that Bianca had to work harder to keep her walking with a proper posture.

Her parents were announced, and with her mother's hand in hers, Nessarose walked her to Micaiah's parents. "This is my sweet daughter, Princess Quilicia Pillaboo. Quilicia, I introduce to you someone you already know well..."

Quil beamed and kindly curtsied, "Yes mother, I do know Prince Micaiah well. We share a victory together from yesterday." When she stood up, she stepped to face Micaiah and lifted the little package in her hand that was wrapped neatly in one of her tiny lace handkerchiefs. "And as a victor, you gain a prize."

She handed it to him, much to her mother's and governess's surprise. Inside was one of her pendants, dressed in diamond crust and mother of pearl. It was of a swan, her birth right, dangling from a small bow of polish silver, and behind it a deep blue ribbon to signify success. One of her guards was kind enough to help her shape the ribbon and pendant to look similar to a royal medal of honor.

"I am sorry, Prince Micaiah, about yesterday," she added. "My parents had set other plans before I made my request. But, it seems as if all of our parents are setting plans. Therefore, we can still be friends." Her innocent statement raised Nessarose's brow and she silently shook her head with a delicate smile. Her young daughter is far too cleaver at her age, and is not easy to fool. Carefully, she watched Micaiah to make out his reaction, hoping her gift, as well as her presence, was accepted after what happened yesterday.

 

[4everDifferent]

Princess Quilicia was escorted by her mother after her family had been announced. Micaiah could not bring himself to look at her long, his eyes rocking up to her before moving back to his lap. His chest still ached from the seeming act of betrayal that the young princess had acted upon the day before.

When she extended a gift, he took it and listened to her words as he opened it. His heart burst with joy and a smile spread across his lips as he held the medal and she made an end of speaking. He felt horrible now for being so hurt without speaking wth her first. It seemed as though Selphia was right. Quilicia did not mean to hurt him, she was merely doing as told.

"Princess," he started as he clutched the medal as though he might lose it, "I'm sorry for thinking that you were less than honorable when you did not sit with me last night. It seems you were right and our parents did indeed have plans of their own. I hope that you will forgive me and that we could still have fun together during the games. Besides, I still owe you a match or two or three."

He smiled and flicked his gaze to his mother. She smiled approvingly down at him and the reached over to help secure the medal around his neck, "Tis quite the gift that princess Quilicia has given you. Surely such a thing would not be given if she was not your friend," she smiled warmly and he returned the gestured.

"Mother, process Quilicia is my friend. It was a misunderstanding and a lack of communication. Princess Quilicia, will you join me?" He smiled and gestured to the chair at his side, "The games will begin shortly."

The first two riders took their positions, but the flag stayed raised until all the royal families had taken their seats. As soon as that happened, the flag was dropped and the jousts began. Micaiah sat on the edge of his seat in anticipation for that moment when lance shattered against armor. These would be the best games ever, because he now had a friend beside him that he could share them with.

 

[Phi Chisym]

When Prince Micaiah apologized and expressed what he felt yesterday, she felt horrible. The idea of him feeling so abandoned tore her in two, like she felt when leaving her barn cat family without attending to their needs first. She dropped her eyes to her hands, noticing how her little fingers had wrapped themselves tightly within the lace upon her dress. But, he and his mother expressed their new renewal. Her eyes lifted to see him wearing her metal around his neck; she beamed.

"Princess Quilicia, will you join me? The games will begin shortly."

"Yes, I will. Thank you, Prince Micaiah." She slipped into the chair beside him, smiling with a new thrill running through her. She gets to enjoy the games with a new friend, someone she really liked. It was like sitting with her brothers - without all the teasing and commands. But, it was also something different there too, for Prince Micaiah was not her brother.

The games began with the first joust. Quil was lost in the battle, watching as the horses drew close, almost digging her little fingers into the cushions of the arm rest in anticipation for the strike. When the polls hit their targets, Quil's squeal was lost to the shouts from the audience. She jumped and turned away, covering her eyes with her hands and turning towards Prince Micaiah as she would normally do whenever one of her brothers were jousting. She loved the thrill, but always feared seeing someone injured. As soon as she felt it was safe, she would always come out of hiding and cheer, thrilled to see there were no major injuries.

 

[4everDifferent]

Micaiah had never had more fun in his life than he have with Quilicia that day. Watching the younger royal flinch and hide before impact and then squeal in celebration for the victor, etched in his heart the fondest of memories with friends. The conversations the pair had between jousts and other matches were filled with mundane things such as favorite colors, games, hobbies and so on. Laughter did it escape them often and Micaiah soon had forgotten the events of the day before. He had, for the first time he was sure of, made a true friend. One that wanted to be his friend, not had to be.

Something else happened that day. Deep down in the chambers of Micaiah's heart, was planted the beginning a seed that need only be watered and nourished to grow into something beautiful and powerful. Even the young prince was unaware to the development of such a thing. A seed, such a small thing, but the promise of what could come had the potential to mold kingdoms and move heaven and earth. It was a powerful tool for both evil or good.

Micaiah wasn't the only one to experience such a thing. From across the arena, a jealous dark haired boy watched on. He had thought that, as a result of the dinner the night before, he had won the exclusive rights of Quilicia's friendship. The fact that he had not, added to it the evidence that she seemed to enjoy the host more than another guest planted within him a seed that would wrench his heart should he let it grow. The thing growing within him was the very thing that ate at his father's heart.
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Three years later....

Micaiah never forgot his friend. The moment Quilicia left was the moment everything felt less...fun. The excitement of watching and playing with the princess dulled everything else when compared. That's why his parents were relieved when he had been cordially invited to attend the princess' birthday party.

The now eleven year old had never been more excited in his life. The three years had been kind to him. He had begun to thicken as more muscle developed. His blonde hair darkened slightly, inviting splashed of brown that, along with the development in his face, made him look slightly older. In his heart, still buried was that seed. It's shell, cracked ready to either grow or die.

"Micaiah, there you go ignoring me again!" His mother spoke in frustration. Her elegant green dress flowed perfectly around her figure.

Despite her tone, Micaiah could help but look at her with a smile, "I'm sorry, mother," his voice cracked slightly. His father had told him it was a sit of becoming a man and, though at times it was embarrassing, he welcomed it, "I'm just excited is all."

She smiled warmly at him and then grabbed his hand squeezing it slightly, "I'm glad, just remember we are guests here. Try not to be your normal mischievous self."

"I consider it adventurous," his father spoke through a smile and winked at his son. His beard had begun to show age allowing a few grays to grace it.

"Do not encourage him!" His mother spoke with a faux look of disappointment.

The carriage erupted with laughter from the family and when it finally died, Micaiah looked at his mother solemnly, "Do not worry, mother," he paused and looked toward his father, "Father has taught me how an honorable man should act. I will act accordingly."

 

[Phi Chisym]

Three Years Later...

Everyone in the Pilaboo's castle scrambled around in bouts of pent up excitement and urgency as they prepared for the young princess's birthday celebration. Nine years had done wonders to such a wonderland, turning the rowdy, rough and tumble young Quilicia into a beauty beyond compare. Still showing far more wisdom upon such a youthful brow, her parents were never disappointed in her development as a powerhouse diplomat with heartfelt mercy and love for everyone she meets. But, there was also something that others who were closest to her could see, a hidden loss she hides from others.

Time has removed a lot of things from her life, all her childhood silliness and fantasies still remain tucked inside a small heart-shaped shell. There is a face she's lost, one that holds a childhood memory she barely can hold still. A race, a shared victory, a token of success made by her hands... They are only small clues, but she carries them in her heart like they're as priceless as the blood that pumps through it. That face seems so distant, long gone and never seen, and even in her dreams his features are fuzzy; but the enjoyment of what they shared remains for her fantasies to run wild. It's unfortunate she's forgotten that face, and his name, but she knew there was a very large chance that he will be at her party. Her parents knew everyone among the ally kingdoms. He's bound to have an invite.

"You'll be pleased to know that Prince Alexander will be present at your party this evening. Aren't you excited?" Madame Bianca carefully brushed her hair.

Quil smiled, "Yes, he's been a wonderful friend all these years; I'm delighted that mother invited him." True, Alexander has been very nice to her, showing her things she never knew, or surprising her with nice gifts of exotic items that she's just adored. But, recently, due to a very special gift she's gained from a dear friend last year, she's been having strange reservations about the prince from Sylbia. She didn't quite understand how or why, but due to this new blessing within her, Quil can feel something dark within him. Of course, she wouldn't dare express this, more in fear of breaking the rules tied with her gift, rather than disrespecting the Sylbian prince; but she wished she could tell someone about her feelings.

Looking over at Bianca with a half-hearted grin, Quil has been putting up a front before her family ever since her trip to Osspery Isls when she was eight. Bianca and Vel both have seen a chance in their Princess, but only Vel understood why. Bianca has been watching and reporting Quil's thoughts about the two princes to her parents ever since the arrangement proceeding began; expressing to them which of the Princes she seems more connected to. Nevertheless, even though they truly wished to place their daughter's hand within one who will protect and love her to no end, they also have to consider the fate of their entire kingdom. And thousands out weigh one. Alexander's face is all she can remember, but Micaha is who she dreams of.

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All guest were settled in the grand ballroom at the stroke of noon, all awaiting the introduction of the birthday princess. After the Pilaboos were announced and escorted to their thrones, with subject's heads bowed low in respect and honor; the herald then cued the musicians to begin playing, and as the sweet sounds floated to the rafters, standing at the top of the curved staircase stood Princess Quilicia and her escort, Sir. Dachelaus - The Bladesinger, Champion of Biscanye.

"Are you nervous, Princess?" Dachelaus tilted his head low to catch her eyes. "It's not as if this is your first ball."

"I know," she whispered before releasing a heavy sigh. "But...I'm just anticipating, that's all."

Her bright blue eyes continued to scan the massive crowd, looking among the royal families that were placed upon similar stages like her family, hoping to see a some what familiar face - one that had matured for three summers past. She saw at her distance Prince Alexander - that face she knew quite well, and a little grin crossed her lips; only to fade awkwardly within her confused thoughts. Still, she could not find that face - the youthful, spirited one with eyes like star fire and hair like the smiling sun. She could only recall the young man from her dreams, the one slightly blurry who enjoyed racing little girls and falling out of trees. Her heart fluttered when she cut her search down to two families who had princes with the same features. One was from Valdea, which she can recall going there only once in her life, and the other was from Pelfindra, of whom she doesn't recall ever meeting. Feeling a sense of loss, her eyes dropped.

"If you continue to look too hard, M'Lady, you're bound to pass right by what you're looking for," the young Knight grinned, attempting to return Quil's energy back. "Just be patience, and everything else will come to you."

"And now, introducing Princess Quilicia Leonni Pilaboo, Fraya Yng of Nine Feathers – Princess of the High Crown of Biscanye!"

"Well. M'Lady, that's our cue. After you..."

Quil swallowed hard and took a deep breath, "Yes. It all starts with the first step, right?" With that, she beamed her never-ending smile and began her descent down the stairs. All eyes were on her; she wore the most gorgeous blushed rose gown, one that shimmered with the many jewels upon it. Her hair this time was dressed up in a lift, with her small tiara sitting upon her forehead. She kept her control as she glided down the stairs, trying her best to not scan over the crowd with intention, but with joy and appreciation to all who have joined her family in celebrating her birth.

It's only been nine summers, she thought to herself. It's not like I've changed a whole lot since the last time they were all here for my birthday. But, honestly, she's changed quite a bit...in more ways than one.

 

[4everDifferent]

Micah stood with his parents and all the other guests that had been invited to Quilicia's birthday party. Though most attended for political reasons, he suspected, he was her because he missed his friend. The part few years had been torturous for him, and to be honest, he was not sure she would even recognize him. The thought bothered him, but it wasn't anything he couldn't move past. When she did remember him, perhaps they could pick up where they left off.

Then the music played, he announcement was mad and Micaiah's eyes floated to the top of the staircase. He refrained from speaking his thoughts though the only word he would have said would have been wow. He swallowed hard to push down his words as he watched Quilicia glide down the stairs in her beautiful red dress. The way her hair had been done only added to her beauty and the smile she wore solidified his heart to her. Funny as it was that only a few summers ago, he would have turned his nose up to the idea of falling for a girl, but here he was, with memories fresh in his mind, falling for Quilicia.

"Micah," his mother scolded quietly, "Do not gawk at the princess!"

Micah blushed hard and turned from his mother, "I'm sorry, mother, I don't know what came over me." She smiled and patted his head gently. His eyes moved back toward Quilicia and he recalled their race day. His hand moved slowly to his neckline where he pulled a medal gifted to him by the beautiful princess that floated amongst her guests on her birthday.

Micah's eyes turned back up to his mother, worry hinted in them, "Do you think she remembers me?"

She smiled, "Who could forget you?" She paused and saw that the idea of her forgetting him truly weighed heavy upon me, "I'm sure she must. We will have to wait and see."

 

[Phi Chisym]

As soon as her toes stepped off the last step, her subjects bowed low in her honor and her guest respectfully nodded their heads. She walked with Sir. Dache down the human aisle created, smiling and nodding to her friends and nobles she recognizes and even to the few she didn't but knew her parents would be devastated if she acknowledge this through a subtle frown or flax expression holding unfamiliarity.

She beamed brightly to Duchess Francis who nodded her head politely before brightly smiling at her dear friend. They've closely kept in touch all these years, visiting each other, going on trips together, sleep overs; whenever possible. But, their time slowly began to drift when both girls soon were called to visit various kingdoms with their parents; preferably, the ones associated Valdea and Sylbia. Quilicia wasn't quite sure why her parents wished for her to spend more and more time with Prince Alexander, just as Duchess Francis recently expressed in many of her letter visiting a prince from Valdea. She didn't divulge as to who, and soon the letter's contents had left the princess's mind so she could attend to other things of importance.

As Quil continued her coronation walk to her parent's throne stage, she saw a very familiar face standing close to the end of the line. Prince Alexander and his family were set to sit at her family's dinning table, as she was told. She was unaware that anyone, other than her family and the friends she invited to her table, were allowed to sit there. But, as always, her parents had other plans for her birthday dinner they've kept from her. She honestly wished they wouldn't keep secrets from her, as well as allowed her to choose her own friends. But, never will she express such, especially at a time like this.

There was another family standing across from the lordship of Sylbia. It took a while, but she did recognize them as the lordship from Valdea and his family - and that awakened partial visions of a day of Games with banners and jousting sticks. Quil beamed as she moved closer to the end of her route; Sir. Dache moving her towards the Delanayes to allow her to respectfully thank them for joining her. She'll have to do the same for the Relpins, but they were given the 'best for last' position. She wondered again as to why.

Quil curtsy before the Delanyes with a mature grace,"Thank you so much, Lord and Lady Delanaye, for joining me for my birthday. I'm so happy to see you here." Her eyes naturally darted to each face, but there was a sudden urgency to 'find' just one face... Was he here? Is this his family, or is she mistaken and the face she seeks belongs to one of the other memories she holds? It's been far too long, it seems, since she's seen him. She wanted to express how much she's missed playing games with him.

 

[4everDifferent]

Micah and his family were ushered to a table shared by the Sylbian king, and of course, Quilicia's family. On heir way, he passed Duchess Francis, a young girl he had seen quite frequently since the games. Though he wished to spend more time with Quilicia, Francis was as good a company as he had begun to have to imagine the princess to be. They'd had play dated at both of their homes and her family had even stayed as guests at the castle a few times. There'd was something in the making, but Micaiah had never been able to identify it.

Micah nodded and smiled excitedly to Francis when she entered his soft, but his heart truly raced to see only one face at the part. It wasn't long until that face began to glide toward him. She was cuter than he truly remembered and with each step that she used to grow closer toward him, he saw just how true that had become. Princess Quilicia had turned into quite the beauty of only nine summers.

The princess greeted his family, and as is custom, he stood a little behind his father until they had finished greeting the princess. His hand fidgeted with the makeshift medal around his neck until it was his turn. He dropped his hands and stepped out from around so father. Micah bowed his head in respect to the princess and her family and then looked up. A large smile spread across his lips as he greeted the princess, his medal on display for all to see, "Happy birthday, princess Quilicia."
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Alexander wore his best despite being forced to attend this debacle. There were more important hinges for a prince his age to be worrying himself with than the birthday party of a nine year old princess. Sure, he and Quilicia had become close over the course of the last few years, but face it, he had more years on her. She enjoyed hide and seek while he enjoyed training and strategy. This was a waste of time.

His body language must of displayed it for his mother nudged him, "Straighten up, Alexander. Quilicia had approached and before you could even wish her a happy birthday, Prince Micaiahhas done it. This is not becoming of you and reflects negatively on our kingdom!" She scolded him quietly.

Alexander's cheeks went read it of embarrassment with being scolded by his mother and anger that Micaiah had once again managed to make him look like a fool, "Don't worry, mother," he comforted her, "I've won over Quilicia's friendship. There's nothing Micaiah can do to change that. Quilicia will always like me more," he spoke confidently and matter of fact.

His mother smiled having been reassured and nodded, "Then, wish e princess a happy birthday before Micaiah takes your place at her side for the banquet."

Alexander nodded and tugged the bottom of his shirt to rid it of any wrinkles. His feet carried him confidently to the princess' side and he waited patiently for Micaiah to make an end of speaking. Once done, he bow gently in faux respect to Micaiah and then turned to the princess. His hand filled his pocket before he pulled out a small box. In it was a beautiful silver necklace, thin chained with a small swan charm of diamonds hanging loosely from it, "Happy birthday, princess Quilicia," he smiled as he handed her the gift. His eyes fixed on Micaiah! who, just like at the games! shrunk away from them. A small smirk spread across Alexander's lips. He had won again.
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Micaiah lowered his head slightly and took small steps back as Alexander presented his gift to the princess. Micaiah's own hand found his pocket to the small package, smaller than Alexander's and not as neatly wrapped. Micaiah had wrapped it himself, against is mother's insistence. Inside his gift was a small brooch he had asked his father to be made. It looked just like the medal the princess had made for him. It would be nothing compared to what Alexander could give her. So Micaiah's hand unwrapped from around the gift and it stayed in his pocket. He forced a smile as his eyes caught Alexander's. He had lost again.

 

[Phi Chisym]

After the Delanyes given her their well-wishes, a striking young man stepped forward with sparkling eyes and a smile that Quil swore lit up her insides. She gasped lightly, for around his neck sat the very trinket she'd made for another young man years ago. But, not only did she notice how well Micaiah has taken care of it, she also noticed a beautiful aura around him... Quil was able to see the glow of his heartfire right before her eyes.

"Micaiah?" she seemed to whisper to herself, fully aware of why she saw what others could not.

"Happy birthday, princess Quilicia," a large smile dressed his lips, one that was instantly mirrored by her own.

"Prince Micaiah!" Quil almost jumped into his arms to wrap her arms around a true friend for a much needed hug. She almost stepped forward, losing all sense of control to return to her old, scrapping Six year old self. She - almost, it was quite clear in her eyes that she would have, regardless of what everyone around her would of said. But, good ole' Sir. Dache held her arm poised, squeezing her hand in his typical 'cautions' manner. It was a little code they've created to alert her of danger. But, not only that, Quil's ever devoted friend, Vel, still hidden in the shadows above the crowd, hinting in her mind that she was losing herself. "Collect yourself, Quil. I know you've missed him, but don't make a scene. You're in mix company, dear."

Clearing her throat, Quil nodded respectfully towards him, eyes dropping towards her metal before lifting back to his with a little smirk. "I am happy, to see a well deserving decorated Champion in our mist. Thank you, Prince Micaiah." Quil seemed to stand there on a sea of clouds, not wanting to move from her spot before him. But, Sir. Dache carefully, and smoothly, began to turn her towards her destination, giving her hand another squeeze to remind her to revert her eyes as well. Just when her eyes left Micaiah's, a new, darker set stood waiting.

Prince Alexander was taller, with dark hair and midnight eyes that held her with a heart that, she realizes now, wasn't as warm to her as she thought it was. He was just as handsome as Prince Micaiah in his own ways, but there was just something unsettling about him that Quil wasn't too sure about. She's always felt this way, ever since they were kids, but he's always done the most amazing things to completely change her view of him; to prove that her eyes were deceitful. But, that was back then...

The prince of Sylbia stood out of place, away from his family, like he couldn't wait for her to step to them next to hear her appreciations. At first, Quilicia wasn't sure what to do, but she didn't feel any danger to alert Sir. Dache of. She's know Alexander for so long, he was more like her older brother than a dear friend.

"Happy birthday, princess Quilicia," he smiled as he handed her the gift.

Quil giggled with a tilt of her head, "You couldn't wait until I thanked you for being here?" She playfully shook her head and opened the box, gasping at the breathtaking silver necklace. "Oh, my! Prince Alexander...it's beautiful. It almost looks too delicate to lift from the box." She looked up with a pleasant grin, "You're always full of surprises."

 

[4everDifferent]

Alexander basked in Quilicia's praise of his gift for her. His eyes flicking ever once in a while to Micaiah in a bragging manner. In response to her praises, he replied, "Oh, please, Princess Quilicia, allow me then." He smiled to her and lifted the elegant chain from its box and pulled it apart for all to see. His fingers unhooked the clasp and, after spreading the chain apart, he lifted it slightly toward Quilicia, "May I?" He asked her.
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Micaiah's shoulders sagged slightly, and not even the nudging of his father's elbow could straighten him up. His eyes met his mother's and it took all his strength to fight back his heartache and keep it from plastering itself upon his face. She flashed him a sympathetic look and a small smile that he did not, he could not return.

Alexander's words pulled his eyes back to the dark haired prince in time to watched as Quilicia allowed him to place the necklace upon her neck. It looked truly beautiful on her, especially with the smile she wore. Alexander made her smile, gave her things that meant more than a stupid brooch that looked like the medal she had made for him. It was no wonder she knew him better.

His hand brushed the bulge in his pocket and he took a small step back. He was foolish to think that making her a gift like his would make her happy. Quilicia was older now. She had new interests, new friends. How would he even know that she would like what he got for her.
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Alexander couldn't be happier despite hating being here. Quilicia was pleased with the gift he now placed upon her neck and Micaiah was learning just exactly what his place was concerning the young princess. Micaiah was nothing, he never would be and so long as Alexander was around, Quilicia would give her attention to him. It was the way things were destined to be and Micaiah would not change that. If he would just understand it then perhaps hinge could be easier on the younger boy.

 

[Phi Chisym]

"May I?"

"Yes, you may." Quilicia turned around to allow Alexander to place the necklace in place around her neck. Her eyes lifted to her parents who sat proud and very much content at the display before them. That caused her to release a heavy sigh; there was something visible in both of their hearts now that has been hidden from her for quite some time. She's realized how that it seemed to brighten whenever she was with Alexander, and that gave her an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. But, she couldn't say anything about that now. She's got to keep up appearances, but doing so has its price.

Her eyes stretched towards Micaiah, and was left waiting. He was no longer there; fallen behind his parents for some reason. Quil frowned, now worried that, once again, assumptions were getting the best of him. Who could blame him? Quil needed to step away, to find a space in the hour of festivities to talk to Micaiah alone. Their distant friendship has been strained due to the stretch their parents had on them.

Still wondering why that was so, she changed her face into that of joy and glanced at the beautiful swan sitting against her chest. Lifting it with her fingers, she smiled and turned, "Thank you so much, Prince Alexander. I will cherish this gift." With a light squeeze upon her escort's hand, Sir. Dachelaous moved the princess towards her place of honor. Then, the herald announced for the entertainment to begin, and soon the ballroom was filled with jugglers and acrobats, exotic dancers and illusionist from far and wide. While the guest were being entertained, the waitstaff began serving her family and honored guest, then the other party goers as they watched.

There was an empty seat to her right, which caused Quilicia to worry. Leaned towards Mother, who sat to her left. She whispered, "Mother, is there a reason why a seat was placed beside me? I didn't realize I'm allowed a dinner guest."

Nessarose grinned, "There's a special reason why, Leonni, but you might be able to guess since his appearance has already been revealed."

Quil, realizing that her mother was referring to Prince Alexander, decided to speak up. "Mother, I would like to request that Prince Micaiah sit with me. I haven't seen him in so long, I dearly wish to speak with him; to catch up! Please mother, say it's alright!"

The queen's expression was worried, and apprehensive, "I'm sure you can find a...better time to catch up, but as for now, it's better if Prince Alexander sits in this place of honor."

This place of honor? What does she mean by that? Quilicia thought, and that sudden uneasy grey cloud began to creep over her.

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Dinner done, bellies filled, the entertainment stepped away and whimsical music began to play. Everyone stood to their feel with a cheer and circled the dance floor. Quil's mind was so far from the activities of the room; she barely ate her dinner, and the act of keeping up appearances had died a long time ago. She was trying to figure out why her parents were being so secretive, and what did it have to do with Prince Alexander; but above all, why was it so difficult for her to talk to a friend? She glanced several times towards Micaiah during dinner, now seeing the same grey cloud over him. When the music started, she brightened with a grand idea. Everyone would wait for her to choose one to dance with before they begin themselves. She can choose Micaiah to dance with and gain her chance to talk to him. It was brilliant!

Standing to her feet with far more cheer and determination than she should, Quilicia began to leave the table, but her mother grabbed her arm before she could do so. "Quilicia, as a favor, for a favor; give Prince Alexander the first dance."

Quil frowned, "Mother, I do not wish this. I want to dance with..."

"His gift graces you right now," her father chimed in calmly. "It is appropriate. Prince Alexander shall have the first dance."

Quil's smile fell and she nodded obediently, "Yes, father." With that, Sir. Dache escorted her to the center of the dance floor. She glanced around, finding Alexander on one side of the circle of dancers, and Micaiah on the opposite. Uncomfortable, and completely upset, Quil was stuck between a rock and a hard place - and didn't know what to do.

Choices you shouldn't have to make, Vel spoke within her mind. I can't believe your parents are forcing you into this.

Forcing me into what, Vel? It's only one dance.

One dance, the dance of a lifetime.

 

[4everDifferent]

Gods, if this was a dream Alexander was the center of it. Everything was falling into place and a proud father watched on as his son first dined with the young princess and then would be awarded the first dance. His son had won his way into the princess' heart and, more importantly, into the hearts of her parents. The King of Sylbia fully expected a decision in his favor by the end of the night.
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Alexander stood on the dance floor across from Micaiah and grinned slyly to the broken prince as the princess glided onto the dance floor. Alex knew exactly why he was better than Micaiah. He was stronger, less worried about emotions and more about results. Micaiah was weak because he cared more about feelings than results.

The princess would choose him, he knew. After all, she had chosen him for dinner. She had allowed him to drape his gift around her neck, it only made sense based on the trial and error of things that they would continue to be in his favor.

Alexander took a step toward the princess, ever confident that he had not just won her heart, but more importantly, he had crushed the competition.
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Was this why He had been invited to Quilicia's party? Was she gloating about how she had met a better, stronger, faster, friend in Alexander? Was it that she was showing him her choice and that despite all her words, and those actions three years ago, she really had seen him as the weaker, less desired boy?

This was the cruelest of tortured and Micaiah gripped his mothers hand as he fought off both anger and hurt. She glanced at her son and lowered her self to him, "Mother, I'd like to go," he looked over the crowded tables to princess Quilicia and Alexander dining together, "I am not wanted here."

His mother followed his eyes and then looked down at her son apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Micah," she gently kissed his forehead, "but we can not leave. That would be rude and disrespectful of us." Micaiah failed to hold himself together as a smile tear fell from his face. His mother quickly wiping it away, "You are stronger than this," she tried to encourage him.

Perhaps I am not, he thought to himself as he nodded, "Yes, mother," he replied and then followed with a clearing of the throat.
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Micaiah saw it all. Alexander's smirk, the twinkle in his eye that pre announced his victory, and the decision that Quilicia had made. His heart fell bleeding from his chest as Alexander stepped confidently toward Quilicia, while Micaiah's feet stepped away from her. He had no place here. Alexander was a better boy than he could ever be.

Micaiah secluded himself as best he could despite being at a party full of royalty. His hand dropped into his pocket and pulled out the poorly wrapped gift. He held the precious item in his cupped hands as he sat at a table, his eyes flicking to watch as Alexander twirled Quilicia around the dance floor.

"Foolish boy," though his anger was toward Alexander, his words were for himself, "To think that the princess could ever care for you." His eyes looked at the gift in his shaking hands and the sudden urge to violently toss it surfaced within him. Just as he pulled back to toss the gift, the light hit his medal just so that the glint distracted him and he glanced down at it. Guilt wrecked the little prince as he remembered that day when the princess could have joined in on the teasing of the beaten prince but instead chose to befriend him. She showed compassion, and kindness as she presented him with a medal for winning a race while she left without a gift.

The honorable thing was to stay, no matter how badly it hurt, until young Quilicia received her proper reward for tying him in a race. The honorable thing would be to see past his own crushed heart to honor his hostess. The honorable thing to do would be to congratulate Alexander for being the guest of honor to her party. His father had taught him to be honorable, even when all things seemed to be against him, an honorable man is better than a dishonorable one.

Micaiah passed his cuff, unprincelike under his nose and pocketed Quilicia's gift once more.

 

[Phi Chisym]

Her pristine demeanor was shattered and her world had suddenly turned into a dark and twisted place. Something wasn't right, and Quilicia wasn't sure how to say it. Her parents had taught her to speak in honesty and listen to other's hearts, and always do what's right and proper for all. But, in this case, she wasn't sure if they were following their own teachings. They haven't been fully honest with her, or listening to her heart; and now they've placed her in a situation she's tried to express to them she didn't like.

Quil didn't want to give the first dance to Alexander. He's a wonderful friend and all, but he was not her true friend. Prince Micaiah shared a victory with her, he's come a very long way to remind her of who he was, and quite frankly, she wanted time to talk to him. She knew there would be no way unless she danced with him. But now her parents have commanded her to do what they felt was right, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her eyes spoke sympathy towards Micaiah, almost tearing up when she saw his head drop. Was Duchess Francis correct in her naming this dance as one of a lifetime? Quil really wasn't sure why such a simple action, a innocent choice, was so important. But apparently it was, and unfortunately the results visually broke her dear friend into pieces. Without another glance, fearing if she looked over her shoulder at him she would shatter as well, Quil turned on her heals and nodded towards Prince Alexander; motioning for him to meet her halfway on the dance floor.

Maintaining her breathtaking smile, she allowed Alexander to take lead, to guide her around the dance floor for an entire song. The spectators watched with grins and cheer, nodding delighted at her mother and shaking her father's hand as if they've done something amazing. Quil was still confused, but didn't show it. She just kept her eyes upon Alexander, as she was taught; keep your partner's eyes within yours and allow him to be your eyes as you dance. He'll make sure you don't stumble.

They moved around the entire dance floor, but for some reason Alexander kept lingering towards Prince Micaiah's famil. They stood there watching as they dance. Quil was ashamed, wishing she could break from Alexander and ask Micaiah to finish the song with her. But she couldn't remove her hand from Alexander's - that would not look well. Glancing over her shoulder, the very thing she tried her best not to do, she watched Micaiah's face turn various shades of sorrow before stepping away. And as she feared - her heart broke and stumbled over her feet.

 

[4everDifferent]

Micaiah returned to his seat. His heart was jagged from up the severe brokenness it suffered. His chest was tight and breathing hurt. He had never felt more alone than he did right now even though he was surrounded by family and other people. He had waited for so long to repay Quilicia for her gesture of kindness but it wouldn't matter. She had made her choice. He could see it in Alexander's eyes and the eyes of everyone who watched. Everyone but his parents. They looked just as displeased as Micaiah but they held it far better than he. Why would they be so upset? They never had been before this day when Quilicia had chosen Alexander over him. It was as if they had lost something as a result.

His mother's hand landed softly between his shoulder blades and she rubbed him spin small circles. Micaiah shrugged her hand away and then looked at her so that she could see the tears welled up in his eyes. She nodded, understanding that he gesture,cough comforting, was doing little more than destroying his last defense.

"Mamma?" He asked her and she and her husband looked at him, "Is there something wrong with me?"

The queen silently placed a gloved hand over her mouth and turned to her husband. Her eyes speaking of all the sorrow she felt for her son's sake. It was his father that spoke quietly, "No, Micah," one of the few times his father used the nickname. It told Micaiah that his father was speaking as such and not as the king, "Things just don't always work out like we hope they will. You are a strong, gentle, kindhearted boy. You will find new friends."

Micah followed his father's eyes to Princess Quilicia's long time friend and the young girl he had seen more of than the princess, Duchess Francis. Francis was a pretty girl, much like Quilicia, but it was Quilicia he wanted, "Yes, Father."

Things just don't always work out like we hope they will.

 

[Phi Chisym]

((This will be a short post. I feel the need for a bit of conversed drama. LOL!))

The song, that the musicians seem to play on and on - on purpose, finally ended. Quilicia never wanted to hear that sonata again. She was worried crazy; trying to find Micaiah's face in the crowd, but he was no longer visible.

Vel, do you know where he is? I must apologize...

He's sitting with his family, her hidden friend responded. I'm not sure if his heart is opened to one of those.

Quil ignored her comment and stepped back quickly when the music stopped. With a well hidden sigh of relief, she bowed towards Alexander with an appreciative smile. "Thank you for dancing with me, Prince Alexander," her eyes wandered slightly around, but she tried her best to keep them placed upon Alex's face politely. "I must step aside now to thank my other guest; enjoy the festivities." She turned, on a secret mission she didn't want no one to know about. She didn't even wait for Alexander to respond, for all she cared about right now was to find Prince Micaiah.

 

[4everDifferent]

((You're good :D they need to start talking again anywho))

Micaiah busied himself for the duration of the song by drawing imaginary circles upon the table cloth with his finger. He was too afraid to test himself by looking up toward Quilicia, his eyes only flicking to Francis every now and then. Perhaps his parents were right. Perhaps Quilicia was never meant to be his friend in the first place. Maybe it would have to be Francis.

Micah turned to his mother and gently pulled in the sleeve of her dress, "Mother, might I visit with-"

His words were cut short when his mother smiled brightly and turned her attention to the arrival of the guest of honor, "Happy birthday, princess Quilicia!" She exclaimed.

Micaiah turned and in hidden horror saw the subject of his heartbreak standing before him. He lowered his head, then looked up wearing a smile, "Happy birthday, princess Quilicia," he parroted his mother in a dull tone.

The awkward silence filled the space between them only a moment before his mother spoke again, "Micaiah, don't you have a gift for the princess?"

Micah looked annoyed at his mother but then returned to the princess, "Yes," he pulled the poorly, personally wrapped gift from his pocket and extended it toward the princess, "It is not as elegant a gift as others have graced you with on such an important day, princess," he lowered his gaze in embarrassment. Sometimes he wished being such a kindhearted boy was not a part of who he was. He should have given her something far more valuables something far more precious. Something befitting of a princess such as herself. Something just as beautiful as her.

 

[Phi Chisym]

"Happy birthday, princess Quilicia!"

She beamed and curtsied to Micaiah's mother, "Thank you, Lady Lizbeth. I'm so thrilled that you and your family were able to make it today." And it showed. She gathered the Queen's hands in hers with a light squeeze. "It's been such a long time since I've seen you all."

"Happy birthday, princess Quilicia," Micaiah said, but his greeting wasn't as cheerful as it normally would. She could easily tell that he was very upset. Quil felt the awkwardness between them, and felt so ashamed by it. She never wanted her friends to feel so down-hearted over something she did, especially when she had no control of it. Just when she was about to apologize for following her parents' desires, Queen Lizbeth spoke.

"Micaiah, don't you have a gift for the princess?"

Quil's eyes beamed, "I gift for me?"

"Yes," Micaiah pulled a hand wrapped box from his pocket. It was small and pretty, and a complete surprise for she figured that he was so upset with her whatever gift he had, he would have kept from her. Possibly, that's exactly what he was planning until his mother spoke up. Her hand began to tingle as she watched him extended towards her.

"It is not as elegant a gift as others have graced you with on such an important day, princess," he lowered his gaze in embarrassment.

"Elegant is not perfection, sweet Micaiah," Quil blushed as she tilted her head up to catch his lowered eyes. "I've always found the best gifts to be ones created by hands following their hearts." She smiled warmly before slowly unwrapping the box. When she looked inside, she gasped; there was no way she could hold back her happy tears, and she seriously tried to.

"Oh, Prince Micaiah! It's amazing!" She very delicately lifted from the box a replica of the very metal she made for him years ago, the very twin that sat upon his chest at that very moment. She held her composure as well as a nine year old could, but the tears continued to fall down her cheeks. "This is the best gift ever! Now we're truly sharing the honors in our dual victory."

Such memories of that day filled her heart full, and before she'd realized, or even cared, about what she was doing, she leaned over and place a small hidden secret upon his cheek. It was her special smile, that warm hello she's kept for her one true friend all these years, tucked in the corner of her lips. She softly placed that little kiss where it should have been along time ago, not caring who saw. If her parents were not going to listen to what her heart was whispering, then everyone was going to hear it shout instead. She wanted to choose her friends, and she chose Micaiah.

Extending the metal towards her friend, Quil beamed, "Could you...do the honors?"