The Truest of Hearts

[4everDifferent]

The princess beamed when she unveiled her gift. Micaiah watched as tears streamed down her eyes and at first he began to worry that he had done something wrong. But before he could say a word she praised it. Micaiah beamed when she declared it the best gift ever and before anyone could stop her. She leaned forward and she...

His eyes shot wide open and his parents shifted uneasily but Micaiah could hint help it smile. Princess Quilicia had kissed his cheek. His heart pounded against his ribs and every doubt or fear he had once had regarding the princess was chased away by that simple, yet unparralleled gesture. Her lips were soft, like his mother's, but they made him feel something deep within that he had never felt when his mother kissed him.

Micaiah nodded shyly as Quilicia extended to him her gift. He took the brooch and with quivering fingers he pulled the pin from behind the brooch, "I'm sorry, princess, I'll do my best not to stick you. I'm just..I'm glad you like it," Micaiah pinched a section of her dress, near her shoulder, and passed the pin through it hooking the brooch to her dress.

"It looks beautiful on you, Princess Quilicia," he smiled and took a step back. Despite everything that had gone wrong, this had gone right, "This is a beautiful party." He smiled.
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Alexander was furious. His eyes had never left Quilicia when she left his side and to find her with Micaiah upset him, but when she kissed him. He lost it. He was done with is stupid party. He was done with these younger kids. But most of all, he hated Micaiah all the more.

 

[Phi Chisym]

Quilicia, that shouldn't had happen! Vel's warning voice threatened to take over her thoughts, but Quil would have nothing of it.

She was the happiest nine year old ever. Regardless of how flushed she felt after that first kiss, and knowing what might happen to her if her parents caught wind of it, she was bubbling over with joy at the sight of Micaiah's complete turn-around. She could feel it too, how overjoyed he was that she loved his gift that much. It was the most exciting feeling she's ever felt since she was blessed with her rare gift; her hand tingled so much from Micaiah's happiness, she had to clasp her hands together to avoid scratching. It made her skin crawl madly, but in such a good way. Not only that, but this sudden maddening feeling seem to inch it's way all over her, and she suddenly wanted to just run away from the party...from everyone, and take Micaiah on a tour of her favorite hiding places around her home.

Leonni! That's not a wise decision, Vel warned again before a gentle hand suddenly touched her from behind. Quil turned to find a young woman, far older than her, with light cocoa skin and breathtaking violet eyes that...seemed awfully familiar, smiling down at her. "Princess Quilicia, your mother seeks for you." Even her voice seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place her face.

Figuring it was one of her mother's attendants, Quil nodded and smiled, "Um, thank you. I'll return to them shortly. I just..." She turned to smile again towards Micaiah and his mother. "I just wonder if it will be okay if I ask Micaiah to grant me a dance? I would love to show off my new honor, as well as the one I share it with."

Again, her innocence was adorable, almost too good to be true - and in most cases it was. But not this time, Quilicia had a plan up her sleeve, and she didn't care what the consequences of her actions might be in the end. She was a determined little thing, far too wise for her age, as well as stubborn. But, in all honestly, the lesson she wished to teach her parents was an honest one, and the only way she felt she could express her lesson for the night, was to present it flat out. She can have many friends, but she had only one true friend.

 

[4everDifferent]

Micaiah smiled brightly when, although she was being ushered off, she stayed to ask for a dance from him. Micaiah didn't even check with his parents, instead, he quickly stood to his feet and offered the princess his head to escort her to the dance floor, "I would be honored to dance with you."

Once the princess took his hand, Micaiah escorted her to the middle of the dance floor. He positioned her to stand before him and smiled, with a faint blush, as he gently placed his hand on her waist and extended their hands up and outside. Micaiah, for the first time all night, acted confidently as he led the princess through a series of steps, spins and small dips that probably looked cuter to those watching than it looked professionally done.

"I'm glad you asked to dance with me, princess, I just wish it was I that had asked you," Micaiah looked down only a moment before he continued, "I need to apologize for my assumptions. I seem to do that quite frequently when it comes to you and I. My assumptions prove to be wrong," he smiled slightly, his cheeks reddening, "I just...you are my closest friend and I care for you more than the others. It just looked as though you were more excited when things came with Alexander, though I can see that to be false now."
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"What are we going to do?" Lizbeth leaned and spoke to her husband, "It seems the Pilaboos have chosen Alexander by honoring him with all the firsts. The news will crush him."

Her hand scooped up her hand and squeezed it gently, "Micah is a good boy, and an honorable one. He will heal and he will do what is right. Just be there for him when he finds out the truth. That he will never be the one that Quilicia will be with."

 

[Phi Chisym]

"I would be honored to dance with you."

With absolutely nothing else to say, Quil allowed Micaiah to escort her to the dance floor. As soon as they reached the center, and all made room for them, the music changed to that of a pleasant concerto, and together they danced and laughed and spin around the room. Quil's parents were shocked, but didn't allow their faces to alter. If anyone asked, they will only state that their daughter is a very humble young lady and doesn't let her status get in the way of being a true friend to others. But the sheer magnitude of what her actions might cause made it difficult to hid their frustrations at their daughter.

Truly feeling more like herself, Quil lightly squeezed Micaiah's hand as they moved about the floor. She felt as if she would faint from the gentleness of his touch, for her excitement raised new feelings about the young man before her she really wasn't sure about, but probably wouldn't complain much about it.

"I'm glad you asked to dance with me, princess, I just wish it was I that had asked you," Micaiah looked down only a moment before he continued, "I need to apologize for my assumptions. I seem to do that quite frequently when it comes to you and I. My assumptions prove to be wrong," he smiled slightly, his cheeks reddening, "I just...you are my closest friend and I care for you more than the others. It just looked as though you were more excited when things came with Alexander, though I can see that to be false now."

Quil frowned slightly, "Why does it matter so that I showed any reaction to Alexander? I mean he's a guest, and a friend of mind, and his gift is rather nice - if one cares for showcasing how well they are. Everyone seems to think he's my best friend, but I've been trying to clear this, to show that my best friend ever is you. You've treated me like...me; not a princess, but a girl who likes games and fun. I express this to my parents, how I wish to visit you more, and they whisk me away to visit Alexander." Quil shook her head, truly bothered by what she didn't quite understand. She looked up to Micaiah, questioning her older friend with her eyes, "I don't understand it at all...why is it so important?"

 

[4everDifferent]

Micaiah felt guilty now for his assumption for his feelings toward Alexander and Quilicia, "Princess, I've grown up with people who were my friends, not because they wanted to be, but because they had to be. I saw it in the way they always let me win, they praised me when I deserved none or praised me too much when I deserved it. They were frauds and forced."

Micaiah's feet slowed slightly, "With you, you didn't let me win. You've scolded me, gently, when needed, and you've praised me just as much as was needed. You make me smile when I previously had no reason for it. You...you're my best friend," Micaiah added another bit, but so low that he was unsure if she even heard it, "Maybe even more."

Quilicia was young, probably even young enough still to not have developed interests in boys beyond friends, but Micaiah, he was just that age. To be honest with himself and with the princess, he had feelings for her. She was the one person he missed when she was not here. The only person he wanted to see when she was around. She stirred within him feelings he had never felt before.

All of these thoughts rushed into him at once, and he felt truly embarrassed, but awfully relieved that he had finally come to terms with how he felt about the younger princess. His brown orbs searched her blues for who knew what before he spoke again, "You are important to both Alexander and I, for very different reasons I believe. When it seemed as though he was more important, it hurt me because you are so important to me. I would apologize for it, princess, but I cannot bring myself to betray my own feelings. I'm not sorry for how I feel. I am only sorry I did not handle myself more honorably."

 

[Phi Chisym]

"With you, you didn't let me win. You've scolded me, gently, when needed, and you've praised me just as much as was needed. You make me smile when I previously had no reason for it. You...you're my best friend," Micaiah stated, and Quil again felt as if she was floating. Micaiah was one of of the most amazing, honest friends she's found, one of them being Duchess Francis. They made her fill tall and mature, as well as wild and carefree. They accepted her as she is and not as what she was.

Never loosen your hold of honest friendship, Vel recited in the girl's mind, sniffling as she did for the emotions the shadow fairy could sense from the young prince touched her heart. No matter the resistance around you. Never...Ever...

******

Governess Bianca stepped lively pass the many guess chatting and admiring the dancers moving with grace before them. She seek the young Duchess Francis as she stood beside another Duchess from a neighboring kingdom. "M'Lady, Duchess Francis," Bianca bowed towards Francis who nodded in respect. "M'Lady, Queen Nessarose, is asking for your presence. Would you follow me, please?"

Francis nodded, then sighed as she followed her friend's nurse towards the thrown stage. "I have a feeling they're not pleased with Quil's antics again, aren't they?"

The Governess shook her head with a worried frown, "No, no, M'Lady, they are not. They seek your aid, for if I so take one step towards her, Quil will know she's in trouble and spirit herself away to a new hiding place. I so dislike such big castles with so many tiny crevasses for little girls to tuck into..." Bianca, still far too young to speak as a worn elder, continued to mumble to herself until she was before her charges.

Francis bowed to the king and queen, two people who were like second parents to her, "M'Lady, you've called for me?"

Quil was her mother's twin through and through, except for the rowdiness - that was all Louris; but dare he claim that out loud. Nessarose motioned for Francis to sit beside her. "I know you're well aware of the problem Quil has unknowingly caused. I don't wish for a scene, but could you so kindly call her attention to you? Perhaps, you can both enjoy a moment together - Bianca can escort you to the entertainment room and you can have a word or two with her about...what's developed thus far."

she understood fully what the queen wished. She wouldn't of called upon her assistance if she wasn't such a vital part of a bigger picture. Francis agreed to assist, for more reasons than the one, and curtsied her departure.

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"You are important to both Alexander and I, for very different reasons I believe. When it seemed as though he was more important, it hurt me because you are so important to me. I would apologize for it, princess, but I cannot bring myself to betray my own feelings. I'm not sorry for how I feel. I am only sorry I did not handle myself more honorably."

"Your honor, no matter what anyone says, will never be less to me." Words her father had stated many times to wounded knights and downtrodden warriors forced to retire their swords. She always felt those words to hold more meaning than they sounded, and were perfect for uplifting her friend's heart right now; and she meant every word. "Don't betray what you know is right, Micaiah. I'm not going to... No matter what they want me to do, I will never betray my friend."

Just then, the music ended and everyone clapped at the end of the dance. Quil didn't move from Micaiah's presence, but before she could ask if he wanted to go visit the gardens and catch up from years of distance, Francis had stepped to their sides. "Princess Quilicia!" she greeted cheerfully before turning towards Micaiah with an almost shy smile, "Prince Micaiah, a pleasure in seeing you again."

When greetings passed, Quil questioned her play sister, "Are you wanting to take the next dance with Prince Micaiah?" she teased, tucking her arm into the bend of his elbow possessively. "You'll have to beat me in Over Under before I give him up."

Francis giggled, knowing how quick Quil was at games, beating her mostly in Over Under. Francis knew she would have lose poorly. "Nope, I'm actually here to see if you don't mind me pulling you away. You know, you have other friends here who would love to present their gifts to you right now. And then there's the cake! Really, you shouldn't tie yourself to one person, when we're all wanting to celebrate with you, Quil." She tucked herself beside Quil, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her towards the thrown stage. "I want to see your reaction to what I've brought you, Quil. You're just going to love it!"

Quil continued to look over her shoulder at Micaiah, grinning and baiting him to follow them. "Prince Micaiah, come; I want you to see too!" Francis kept a tight wrap around her and soon had Quil sitting with her parents, with all the party goers moving in with assistance carrying beautifully wrapped boxes, large totes, or covered items rolled in on wheels. Quil was suddenly lost in all the overwhelming, exaggerated displays of affection and friendship from all the family allies of her kingdom. Most of the children there she barely knew, but they lavished her with tons of expensive gifts to gain and maintain her friendship. After what Micaiah had mentioned to her about false friends, she wondered if they were actually playing appearances - keeping her happy in order to maintain good graces with her parents...

 

[4everDifferent]

Princess Quilicia had done it again. Her words an actions had brought yet another smile to the face of a prince who was often so hard on himself. For the young age that he was, he understood just enough of what was expected of him when he grew older to always feel the pressure of living up to those expectations. But with Quilicia, he felt as though that were completely unnecessary. She chased away the pressures and allowed him to be...him.

When the duchess arrived, pleasantries were exchanged and Micaiah could help but notice her shy smile. Francis quite often wore that smile when she visited him, and Micaiah had never truly understood it. His heart raced as Quilicia slipped her arm in his and challenge Francis to a game if she wished to pull him away from her. A small smile stretched across his lips, but he held his tongue to allow the two younger girls a chance to discuss the reason why Francis had come to steal away Quilicia.

Micaiah followed behind the princess at her urging but was quickly separated from her as she took her place beside her parents. The sudden surge of gifts and false praises filled the area as the guests surrounded the birthday princess. Micaiah word a smile despite being separated from her. She had made his day, and nothing could ruin that. Well, almost nothing.

"Prince Micaiah," the speaking of his name sent chills down his spine. When he turned he saw none other than Prince Alexander. He wore a warm smile, but Micaiah did not trust it. He had proven to be a dishonorable boy and Micaiah wanted nothing to do with him.

"Prince Alexander," he gave the older prince a polite nod of his head.

"I've been trying to find you. I thought that perhaps you and I should speak," Alexander wore a genuine smile that made Micaiah nervous, but the young prince nodded. Alexander gestured away from the party, "Good, shall we speak then?"

Micaiah walked beside the prince, his guard raised just in case the malicious boy tried yet another assault of some kind, "You've grown quite fond of the princess, have you not?"

Micaiah's cheeks reddened and he nodded slowly, "We are very good friends. The best of friends in fact," he spoke matter of fact. He saw Alexander's jaw clench but thought nothing of it.

"Right," Alexander forced his smile this time, "Do you know why they honored me at their table and gave me the first dance with the princess?" Micaiah hung his head slightly but then looked up and shook his head, "Because the princess and I are to be close friends. It is her parents wish that her and I be closer friends than even you and her. You see, Micaiah, she doesn't need you. I will be the only friend she needs and the closest of them all."

Micaiah's brow furrowed and he shook his head, "No, Quilicia said-"

Alexander smiled again, for real, "It doesn't matter what the princess said, or even what she wants, Micaiah, he sooner you learn his, the less it will hurt," seeing doubt still in Micaiah's eyes, he placed a hand on the younger boy's shoulder, "just wait. You will see at the party's end. The King and a Queen will make the announcement."

Micaiah's eyes turned back to Quilicia as Alexander walked away. He fought desperately to hold on to the joy of the moments they had just shared, but with each passing moment, fear continued to take root in his heart. What if Alexander was right? What if aquilicia really didn't have a choice and Micaiah was sent away knowing that any chance for him to see his friend...the girl he cared about...was gone save for diplomatic trips. It felt as though a hand gripped tightly at his heart.

Quilicia smiled in his direction, wether it was for him or not, and Micaiah realized that he would not let that pollute what memories he could make with her. He smiled back and tried once more to push worry away. Today was her day, it would be the best day he could give her.

 

[Phi Chisym]

"Oh, all the gifts are so wonderful, thank you all for them. I will cherish ever one of them." Quilicia stood before all her guest to shower them with her praise and genuine thanks, and all the while her little fingers played with the shiny metal upon her chest. Her mother took noticed and made a tiny click of her tongue, a sound Quil was far too familiar with, which reminded her of her etiquette. Her hand smoothly dropped to gather within the other; her charming smile widened to hold her audience at bay. "Now, I would like to thank you in my way."

The musicians had removed themselves from their stage. All that was left was the large grand piano. Everyone knew how well skilled this young princess was on the piano, but few have ever heard her play; only taking truth from hearsay. Tonight, as a gift to all, she decided to perform on of her favorite pieces. Sitting before her instrument, her eyes searched for one pair of warm brown globes within the crowd. It took a while, but when she found Micaiah, her smile brightened - a simple hello. This song she was silently dedicating to him and him alone.

Her tiny hands seem too small for such a grand instrument, even smaller as they began to glide gracefully over the ivory keys with a sonata full of difficulty. All would only see the complication within the piece and wonder how such a young girl was capable of making something so difficult, so beautiful. But, for Micaiah, she wanted to pour out her adoration, her respect, her thrill to her dear friend; hoping he could hear how much she cared for him and how she was honored to be his friend. What she still was unaware of was exactly what her heart played upon those keys - what was really heard, for she was far too young to give those feelings a definition. But those who understood, those who were mature enough to see, realized right then what the young princess was singing through her song.

Louris and Nessarose followed their daughter's eyes and realized that they had made a terrible mistake. They misread her favoritism, but the decision was made and was final; and far more fitting in their eyes than the latter. Although Nessarose looked upon her husband with a plea for traditions to take pity, but he knew far too well that there was more than traditions binding their decision. He had - no choice.

 

[4everDifferent]

Alexander stood beside his parents as they watched on with pride and excitement of heart. The announcement would be made today and then their true plans could be set in motion. Finally. A soft nudge from his mother, spurred Alexander in to action and the young prince rose silently from his seat. With determined steps he climbed the few stairs and slid beside the young princess.

His fingers stole away a few keys until a surprised Quilicia understood his silent request. He now had he attention as the two of them partnered in a song now stolen from the heart of a Micaiah and transformed into an announcement of the union of their two kingdoms. Alexander smiled at the princess and then locked eyes with Micaiah. A knowing glint flashed across his eyes.
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Micaiah saw those hazel eyes land on his and though she may not have understood what she played across those keys, his heart hungrily grasped it. The princess cared for him as much as he cared for her. His heart pounded uncontrollably in his chest as, with each passing note, those feelings continued to well up deep inside him. He beamed brighter than he ever could until Alexander had to ruin the moment.

The raven haired prince slid beside the princess and smiled as the two of them played the piece beautifully. Murmuring began to spread amongst the crowd as many began to realize that there could be only one reason her parents had not objected to the prince's interjection into her playing. When Alexander's eyes met his. The weight of everything he had said to him came crashing down. The murmured words of how cute the princess and the prince looked side by side and how great of a decision it was that her parents made, only added to his worry. He tried ever so desperately to remain positive,and cheerful at the princess' party.

When the piece had ended, Alexander quickly rose and offered his hand to the princess. Waking her before the crowd he smiled brightly and began to speak, "The princess is quite the pianist is she not? She and I are the closest of friends and I could not be more proud of her. I am also thankful that she was gracious enough to allow me to participate, turning her solo into a duet. I am certain that will not be the last time we shall do things together, her and I."

Micaiah was disgusted. Alexander gloated on Quilicia but he did not mean it. There was something he was to get from this. He could feel it. But what it was he could not put his finger upon it. Soft delicate hands landed on his shoulder and when Micaiah looked to see who they belonged to, he saw the saddened face of his mother.

"Mother? Why are you sad? What happened?" He asked her.

A solitary tear slid down her face despite her desperate attempts to hold it back, "I am not sorry for something that had happened to me, Micah. My heart is heavy with sorrow for what you must walk through."

Micaiah looked upon his mother confusion heavy in his eyes. He didn't understand, but he knew one thing. Whatever it was was bad enough to have his mother almost in tears. His eyes moved to Quilicia and en back to his mother. The next time he glanced at Quilicia, her and prince Alexander were not alone. In that moment, his heart stopped beating.

 

[Phi Chisym]

With eyes glued to Micaiah, Quil seemed to play with far more confidence than usual and forgetting that she was performing to an audience, not just to one. His presence distracted her from the other who snicked beside her, adding a few notes into her piece. Quil turned, surprised to find Prince Alexander sitting beside her. Blinking off the shock, she dragged a forced smile upon her face. Why did Alexander jump into her performance? It's not meant to be shared with him, only with Micaiah! Her anger folded her brow before him, but when she turned to the audience, she placed her charming smile back over her to hide her confusion and frustrations.

But, she had to be honest, she was quite impressed that Alexander could keep up with her. The sonata wasn't the easiest known which is why many were astonished that Quilicia could play it so well. Too see him quickly pick up the harmony and share the keyboard with her was surprising, to say the least; but such skills did not damper how mad she was at him for spoiling her precious gift to her friend...friends.

When the piece was finished, before she could speak, Alexander quickly stood and expertly escorted her from her seat, allowing everyone to applaud her - and him. She did what was expected of her, to curtsy and grin, to shake her head in defiance stating that the applause wasn't necessary but humbly accepted. But still, why was Alexander there with her? This was her moment to keep!

"The princess is quite the pianist is she not?" Again, all applauded.

Quil was beginning to worry; what did Alexander have up his sleeve? He always surprised her with little things every time she visited him, either something showcasing his talents, his prowess in The Games, battlefield tactics - most of which she wasn't interested in. Playing the piano was a surprise, but obviously he had more to show her. Embarrassed, she stood calmly and listened.

"She and I are the closest of friends and I could not be more proud of her. I am also thankful that she was gracious enough to allow me to participate, turning her solo into a duet. I am certain that will not be the last time we shall do things together, her and I."

Not quite sure what she should do or say in this matter, Quilicia only nodded with a smile, giving her parents a glance or two questioning what she should do. They had moved to share the stage with her and Alexander. That is strange, she thought. Then, to the other side she found Alexander's parents stepping up to stand beside their son. Before she could ask her mother what was happening, her father stood before all and cleared his voice. The guests silenced their mummers.

"As most of you have figured out, I have finally reached an agreement with Lord Fandor of Sylbia. Due to elements," he glances at Nessarose, "...we feel, weigh positive towards our kingdoms' present and future friendship, we have offered our daughter, Princess Quilicia Pillaboo's hand to their son, Prince Alexander Relpin; for the joyous union of our two kingdoms." Lord Louris and Lady Nessarose turned towards Lord Fandor and his wife, Lady Valeria, as they waited for their public acceptance of their offer.

Quil stood poised in perfection, beautiful as always, before all delighted eyes, but inside, she was melting. For those who know the little princess, they watched as this precious flower wilted; her smile slightly faded with her father's announcement and the light that normally danced in her cheery eyes dulled. This was what Francis meant by her play on fairy tails back in the day. Her philosophies about the happenings between princes and princesses, and how they make happily ever afters made no since to her when she was six. But now at nine, she was being forced to understand far sooner than she should have been.

 

[4everDifferent]

"As most of you have figured out, I have finally reached an agreement with Lord Fandor of Sylbia. Due to elements we feel that weigh positive towards our kingdoms' present and future friendships, we have offered our daughter, Princess Quilicia Falshings' hand to their son, Prince Alexander Relpin; for he joyous union of our two kingdoms."

Micaiah staggered. His mother's surprisingly strong grip on his shoulders holding him upright. Tears fell freely from his eyes. He had done enough homework in politics to know what this meant for he and Quilicia. They might as well have never been friends because the chance of them seeing each other again was slimmer than it had been before this announcement.

He shook his head as his eyes fell on Quilicia's and he saw her light dim, her joyous smile falter. The things he had learned to love about her seemed to die in that moment. Do not let it change who you are, he wished he could scream it to his friend, but he couldn't. In fact, he was sure he couldn't speak at all. Why should he? He had found her, lost her, found her again just to lose her for a final time. This time it hurt all the worse. He knew what was coming and had, just moments ago, told her exactly how he felt.

Unable to hear it any longer, he turned from the sight and hurried his face in his mother's body. His cries were muffled by her body and the applause and cheers of all in attendance, including his father. For show, Micaiah hoped. What was to become of him now?
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Alexander smile grew until it almost looked unnatural. He had won the ultimate prize, Quilicia's hand. Now he only needed to wait until she was off age. She would be his, her kingdom would be his and his kingdom would be his. That was what his father had engrained in him everyday since the possibility of their engagement arose. Micaiah was the only real competition but just like at day in the tree, he was truly no match and Alexander once again arose victorious.

Alexander offered his arm to Quilicia and smiled triumphantly. He leaned slightly in her direction. He had a preference that would later turn to a rule if she could not comply, "Quilicia, I would like it very much if you no longer spent time with, prince Micaiah. He will pollute you against me, and since we are to spend a lot of time together, I would that he not be able to do so."

 

[Phi Chisym]

"Quilicia, I would like it very much if you no longer spent time with, prince Micaiah. He will pollute you against me, and since we are to spend a lot of time together, I would like that he's not be able to do so."

Unable to contain her emotions, Quilicia glanced up at Alexander, a dangerous glare formed a mask of anger upon her face. "Kindly excuse me, please."

She didn't wait for a response from him, nor did she care of her parents' complaints; Quilicia curtsied towards The Relpins, then to her guests, before quickly crossing behind her parents and rushing off. Many there understood, for they have seen such reactions before with other princesses. So, their awws rose as Quil's little feet tapped a speedy cadence against the marble floor. She heard her mother's call, and her father's controlled command, but she kept walking away; eyes drowning in tears.

"Bianca," Nessarose nodded, and the Governess rushed out to hopefully find the girl before anyone else did. Unfortunately for her, after years of chasing the Pilaboo children, her knees and back were somewhat worn. Catching up to Quil's quicksilver was next to impossible. Sir. Dachelous, who had kept his place behind Lord Louris, called forth The Sevens to track her.

She rushed out of the ballroom and headed to her favorite terrace within the western wing of the castle, the one overlooking the gardens below. Falling onto one of the ornate chairs there, she let it all go. Quil understood what her father's statement meant... what it meant for 'her hand to be given to another'; that was one thing Francis and her had spoke about before. But... what her parents didn't understand was that their choice was wrong, horribly wrong.

Why would they do something like that?

Always with her, even when she was unaware, Vel stepped from the shadows in her natural form and settled beside her friend. With a light paw, she tapped her arm with a saddened purr, Regardless of what may be, time changes all things. You'll see. You'll gain exactly what's written for you - a happily ever after.

Quil dried her eyes and looked to her dear guardian, "But, I don't understand. They know I'm closer to Prince Micaiah, why would they make me... Why Prince Alexander?"

Before Vel could respond, she heard soft footsteps drawing near. She quickly evaporated into the shadows once more, leaving Quil alone. Someone is coming, Leonni!

 

[4everDifferent]

The clattering of princess feet drew Micaiah's attention enough to see Quilicia running off. It was unlike her to abandon her post, this must hurt her as badly as it hurt him. Micaiah tore himself from his mother's grip and hurried after her despite her calling for him. His feet mirrored hers but soon, because of his unfamiliarity of the castle, she disappeared.

Micaiah didn't give up however, he couldn't. Quilicia needed him and despite as badly as this decision hurt them he needed her to know something important. Micaiah's feet moved softly but hurried as he flew through the halls as quickly as he could. Where could she have gone?

Finally he'd found her as he rounded a corner and stopped upon a terrace. His eyes were red, and his cheeks tear stained. His nose glowed and glistened but he stepped toward her anyway, unashamed for what he felt, "Pr-princess," he started, his hand reached out and took hold of one of hers gently, "This isn't right. You and I both know this to be true." He looked out over the garden for just a moment before returning to her hazel eyes, "I will always..." There was only one word to describe how he felt for her but would she understand? "I will always love you."

Micaiah felt a wait lift from his shoulders. No more hiding, no more fearing, though he had really waited to long and had lost her, "I will do what I can to fight this. It will be you and I like it should have always been."

Micaiah was so busy talking that he had not heard the footsteps of a third. There was no warning, no words spoken before hand, just a blow. A blow that caught Micaiah completely off guard and sent him stumbling into the wall. The right side of his face ached and his vision swam for a just a moment before he recognized his asaillant.

"You will keep your hands to yourself when around, Princess Quilicia," Alexander spoke.

Micaiah stood tall. For the first time, and again too late, he would stand against this fool, "This isn't right, Alexander, you know this to be true. Quilicia should be able to choose who she wishes to be with!" Micaiah's fists were clenched tightly.

Alexander smirked, "I won, Micaiah. You lost. Quilicia is mine. She is my prize."

Micaiah clenched his jaw and the growled before he charged the other boy. He tackled the elder boy, Alexander's head bounced off the stone and he grunted. Micaiah landed two strong blows to Alexander's side before the prince kicked him away.

"You don't love her!" Micaiah roared.

"And you do?" Alexander smirked thinking he had finally caught the prince.

Micaiah stood tall despite the swelling of his eye, "Yes." He stated emphatically before his eyes turned to the princess, "And I always will."

That was the last straw for Alexander. Micaiah couldn't ever just let him win. Fine, Alexander would beat him into submission. Strength over heart won any day. The raven haired prince launched his attack against Micaiah. It seemed as though neither boy would be satisfied until the other was completely broken.

 

[Phi Chisym]

Quil jumped and turned. Prince Micaiah rounded the corner and paused before stepping forward to take her hand. Quil, for the first time, saw how the announcement affected him, staining his face with tears. She was stunned.

"Pr-princess, this isn't right. You and I both know this to be true."

Quil shook her head and stared at their hands - together, as if there was nothing against it. He's held her hand before, to help her step over rocks, or to prevent her from slipping on wet grass; but this time his hand felt - different to her. "They don't understand... I like Alexander, but he's just a friend. I don't like him...as much as I like you..." Again, her innocence was genuine; even for someone so young, she knew that if she wanted to marry, she wanted that one to be the one standing before her. She wasn't sure why she felt such ways, but as she stared into Micaiah's bloodshot eyes, she sense such beauty and light. That was enough.

Micaiah's gaze paused over the gardens before he returned his thoughts to her. "I will always... I will always love you." Quil's heart rushed in spite of herself. What was this feeling draping over her? "I will do what I can to fight this. It will be you and I, like it should have always been."

Her eyes, still watered down from despair, lit back up with the light he was use to seeing within her, "Yes, like it should have always been." Heart a flutter, Quil wanted to run away right that second, taking Micaiah with her. She knew it would be reckless, and cause far too many problems with their families, but she didn't care. It was like she feared losing her friend forever, and the only way to keep him was to tuck him away where they both can be safe and away from those who wanted to keep them apart.

Vel warned her about Prince Alexander's presence, but Quil was oblivious to her guardian's warnings. Before she could registered what was happening, Micaiah seem to throw himself to the floor, stripping their hands free.

"Micaiah!" She blinked and finally registered what had happened.

Prince Alexander stood over him, "You will keep your hands to yourself when around Princess Quilicia!"

"Alexander! Stop!" she barked, buit was unheard.

Micaiah stood tall and unshaken by the attack. "This isn't right, Alexander, you know this to be true. Quilicia should be able to choose who she wishes to be with!"

Alexander smirked, "I won, Micaiah. You lost. Quilicia is mine. She is my prize."

A prize? Is that what I am to him? What sort of game is he playing with us? Quil was more confused than ever. There was far more going on than just a childhood spat.

Micaiah clenched his jaw and the growled before he charged the other boy. He tackled the elder boy, and the fight began. Quil screamed as the two tousled for her honor. She asked for Vel to find help, but that was all she could do.

"You don't love her!" Micaiah roared.

"And you do?"

Micaiah stood tall despite the swelling of his eye, "Yes." He stated emphatically before his eyes turned to the princess, "And I always will."

With a maddening warcry, Alexander charged Micaiah again, throwing him to the ground to dominate the fight. Quil couldn't take it anymore. She rushed forwards, screaming for the two to stop and grabbed Alexander's punching arm to possibly slow his blows or deter him from hurting Micaiah further. "Stop fighting him! There is no battle here! I'm not a prize to win by beating each other up!"

 

[4everDifferent]

Micaiah raised his hands up as Alexander pummeled him. Being smaller seemed to work against him in this fight. The hurried footsteps accompanied by Quilicia's panicked voice let him know she was coming to his aid, though the tone and the words spoken seemed to show that she was not too pleased with either boy.

When he finally was given the chance, she had gripped Alexander's wrist and tried he darnedest to hold it at bay. In his anger, however, Alexander pushed the princess away, "Let go of me! If his father won't teach him, then I shall!"

Micaiah was enraged by the assault on the princess, and he placed his foot squarely against the princess chest, just as his father had show him. With all his might he pushed and succeeded in launching the other boy across and into the wall. Micaiah hurried to his feet, but instead of attacking Alexander, he ran to the princess' aid. Micaiah reached down but before he could grab the princess, a gruff voice rang out.

"Micaiah!" He froze. His eyes wide in horror and concern. It was his father, "You will come here at once!"

Micaiah glanced over at Alexander as he struggled to his feet rubbing the back of his head. It looked as though one of Quilicia's guards, the one who walked down the stairs with him, was helping the prince to his feet. His eyes looked up at a very disappointed father, and an even angrier visage of Alexander's father.

"Your son seems to need to learn his place in things," Alexander's father spoke sternly to Micaiah's.

His father sighed, "Please, lord Fandor, tend to your son, while I tend to mine." It was a polite way of saying, take care of your son and get out of the affairs of mine. Micaiah stepped beside his father, and his father's hand landed upon his shoulder. He squeezed hard enough to ensure that Micaiah knew he was in trouble.

Micaiah looked at Quilicia, "I'm sorry princess," he apologized. Another squeeze reminded him of who else deserved an apology. After all, Micaiah had been caught hand in hand with the boy's future wife, "I apologize, prince Alexander for crossing the line." A necessary evil but clearly not meant. Micaiah would not have changed a thing. He loved Quilicia and she needed to know that he always would and that he would do what he could to change their situation honorably.

 

[Phi Chisym]

Quilicia held onto Alexander well for such a little girl, but her efforts were in vain for he rage made him ten times stronger than her and she only made him angrier.

Alexander pushed the princess away, "Let go of me! If his father won't teach him, then I shall!" She fell back, falling against a chair before hitting the ground. It was no use, both of the Princes held years of pent-up anger against the other - all over her; there was no way they were going to stop on her account. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, Quil could only watch in horror as they attacked each other. Micaiah was finally able to break Alexander's restraints on him, and instead of rushing to his feet to attack the other once more, he instead turned to attempt to help Quil to her feet.

"Micaiah!" All actions ended abruptly. Quil looked around Micaiah to find his father standing in the center of the terrace. Alexander's father was there as well, and Sir. Dache had soon rounded the corner to assist her to her feet, checking over her for any injuries.

"M'Lady, are you alright?"

"Dache, I'm fine...," Quil's eyes never left Micaiah's presence as he stood in the center of his father's blazing stare.

"You will come here at once!"

Micaiah did as he was told and Quil's heart died once more. This was bad for them...worse than anything that could happen between two allied kingdoms.

"Your son seems to need to learn his place in things," Alexander's father spoke sternly to Micaiah's.

"Please, Lord Fandor, tend to your son, while I tend to mine."

Micaiah looked at Quilicia, "I'm sorry princess," he apologized. She shook her head, too afraid to speak in the presence of the Lords, but too sick to her stomach to see her friend, once again, take second place before all eyes. He was first in hers, but none would allow it. He then turned to his opponent, "I apologize, Prince Alexander for crossing the line."

Quil's eyes began to swell with tears. "No, it's not your fault!" she spoke up, clear and boldly, taking several steps to stand beside her friend. "Prince Micaiah has done nothing but protect my honor. Prince Alexander dishonorably hit him when his back was turned - unsportsmanlike... interrupting our private conversation." She gave both the Lord's a serious, stern expression, folding her arms in her typical defiance. "It's only proper for Prince Alexander to apologize as well, for his rude manners and his unnecessary attack against one of my special guest!" Sir. Dache tired his best to stop Quil, but her stubbornness was getting the best of her. This would only make matters worse for her and her family if this doesn't go over well.

 

[4everDifferent]

Micaiah couldn't believe that princess Quilicia stood up against both kings. His eyes turned ever so quickly to his father, who was...smiling ever so slightly. Micaiah didn't dare smirk though. What his father grinned about was beyond him. His eyes still cloudy with tears after being forced to apologize and from the fight. He glanced up to Quilicia and nodded. He wished he could have said much more.

"My son? Apologize? For what. Protecting his honor and that of yours, princess?" Fandor growled, "Or have you all forgotten your father's announcement?"

Micaiah once again looked down but his brow narrowed defiantly. In his heart of hearts he wanted nothing more than to scream and yell, to tell them they were all wrong and Quilicia should be his friend, his future bride and not Alexander's, but the decision was not his to make. He looked up and nodded slightly, though his eyes were filled with that very defiance. He'd find away. He promised Quilicia.

"None, have forgotten the announcement, Lord Fandor. Micaiah has apologized for crossing lines that he should not have, though," he swallowed, "If princess Quilicia is correct, than perhaps Alexander does have something to apologize for?"

Fandor glared at the other lord as if the very words that hung between them were a threat to one another. Micaiah watched as Alexander shuffled, a smriti on his lips and a glare in his eyes. Still the winner despite the injuries both boys displayed.

"Alexander," Lord Fandor began and Alexander straightened up, "Apologize to princess Quilicia."

Aelxander looked confused but the nudging of his father spurred him on, "Yes, father," he took a few steps toward the princess and apologized, "I am sorry for what I've done." So vague, and then it donned on him. His father was not making him apologize to Micaiah. He smirked at Micaiah and rejoined his father.

"Micaiah, return to the table and sit beside your mother," his father spoke. Micaiah nodded and looked at Quilicia one last time before he turned and returned.

 

[Phi Chisym]

"Alexander," Lord Fandor began and Alexander straightened up, "Apologize to princess Quilicia."

Quil's mouth dropped, "But, there's more..." Sir. Dachelous squeeze her hand harder than he's ever squeezed before, which tossed the little Princess's words from her tongue to be placed with a resounding, "Ouch! Dache?"

"It would be best to listen to Prince Alexander's apology, M'Lady." It was his nice way of saying, Quil, you're mouth is out of place again. She wasn't happy about this, but as Alexander stepped towards her, she remained silent. The angry look she gave the prince though, wasn't a soft spoken one.

"I am sorry for what I've done." Quil just nodded her head, rolling her eyes within the mist of it, but not speaking the words of forgiveness often replied after such. Alexander returned to his father's side. Quil was about to address to Lord Fandor that, according to her, wasn't what she requested, but again her words were held back.

"Ah, "Lady Quilicia! Thank goodness we've found you!" Governess Bianca and Duchess Francis stepped through the twisted air around her, reaching Quil and immediately questioning her actions. Bianca noticed her dress and began to check her charge over to assure that she wasn't hurt. Francis tried to consult her, realizing the young Princess had really placed herself, and her parents, into a really tight squeeze. She wanted Quil to be prepared for what her parents will possibly say and do. Quil wasn't paying attention to any of it. Her eyes were still on Prince Micaiah as his father ushered him from the terrace. She wanted to follow him, but she knew she was blocked.

Quickly, her eyes fell upon Prince Alexander. There was a strange aura around him that she understood to be due to her gift. Before, it was somewhat gray in color - dark, but still light enough to see through. Now, it had deepened into a darker shade and was thick... almost as dark and thick as the dark aura around his father. It made her shiver at the thought that this family was her parents' choice... She was to wed into such darkness? She was so scared, but that never stopped her determination before.

Sir. Dache stepped away to call back the princess's guards, and Francis returned to her parents. Bianca was furious but she held her tongue since they were still in the presence of Lord Relpin. She guided Quilicia towards the exit, stopping her before the Relpins with a knowing glance. Quil was befuddled at first, but then realized what her Governess was telling her to do - it was an order from her mother. After she stood up for herself and Micaiah, having Alexander apologize for his rude actions; now she's stuck doing exactly the same thing for dishonoring them by running away.

She gave Bianca a questioning look, one that begged for her to reconsider, but it wasn't her Governess's place to do such. With a heavy sigh, Quilicia curtsied before them, "Lord Fandor, Prince Alexander... I apologize as well for...causing a scene after...such a - joyful - announcement. I wasn't myself." Her apology was honest, but her eyes still held her anger and frustrations; blazing bright and posing a challenge towards Alexander. No matter what, she wasn't going to lose her friend.

 

[4everDifferent]

Quilicia's apology crushed Micaiah. Never should someone apologize for a wrong they did not commit. She was being forced into something neither of them wanted. Least of all, Micaiah did not want her forced into a decision like that, but who were they to fight against that? They were just children in a culture where children did as they were told and were expected to do so free of questions.

Alexander, however, had a different opinion of what transpired. A sly grinned spread across his face as Quilicia submitted to her role. The young princess was defiant however in the task. Her eyes spoke of all he anger she felt but he smiled because she knew how to suppress that for her role. In time, however, he would crush that defiance and she would become the good submissive woman that all women were to be. That was a lesson taught to him by his father.

His father sighed slightly and smiled even slighter, "All is forgiven princess Quilicia. I'm sure your father and I would like nothing to come between these arrangements. Shall we return to your festivities?"

Alexander stepped forward, frustrated, bruised but ever smiling. He would win over Micaiah and break Quilicia's spirit. He would do it all just as his father had said. After all, everything had to continue on as planned of everything would fall apart.

 

[Phi Chisym]

Quil followed Bianca and Dachelaus quietly back to a fairy empty hall. Her parents had apologized to their guest and ended the night's festivities. Many of the guest had already left the building, standing outside as their carriages picked them up to travel home. A few were overnight guest in the castle, for her parents didn't wish to see them begin their long journeys so late at night. Both the Delanayes and the Relpins were staying overnight as well, in the two special suites.

Quil stood before her parents, listening with a fevered frown as her father expressed how disappointed he was at her reaction and behavior. But it was her mother who held a sorrowful expression, reading her daughter's heart as if it was her very own. She understood how the girl felt, being once in her shoes so many years ago. Nessarose placed a calming hand upon her husband's, giving him a bit of her grace - for, if he could recall, the announcement of his new bride-to-be had her in tears before his family and entire kingdom during his coronation as the new king of Biscayne.

"Mother, Father, I'm sorry for everything," Quilicia's voice was weak, defeated, saddened. Her expression was grey and utterly lost. Bianca stood at her side seeing how this night's drama has effected the young princess. She felt as broken hearted as she did. "I...I shall not disappoint you again on this matter, and...will accept Prince Alexander's hand without hesitation."

Before her parents could say anything, Quil had turned away, heading down the aisle to exit the room. Her parents - there were no words.

"I've never seen her behave like this before," her father sighed. "Maybe...you were right, Nesse. I've made a terrible mistake."

"Perhaps, time will grant us grace." Queen Nessarose stood and stepped to her husband's side, placing a kiss on his folded brow. "This necessary mistake may not be so - necessary - after time has its way. Patience."