May 14, 2018 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures

It seems like forever before Prince Dorado appears again, looking significantly more harried and frazzled than before. Still, he waves his hand, beguiling the small group to follow him along. The rest of the castle is just as amazing – everything is crafted from sleek ores, studded through with diamonds that glint in the pale light of the sconces.

“She takes best to being referred to as My Queen, Your Highness, or Majesty. Her mood is still quite sour, and I would very much appreciate it if you didn’t make it worse,” says the Prince, with a little bob of his head.

“Right,” says WooFZee, sounding entirely unhappy about the mess.

Really, though, there’s not much they can do.

The Royal Chambers are massive.

At one end, there’s a gilded throne, upon which perches a woman that can only be the Queen. She looks like she’s been carved from stone and starlight, with a set expression and large, ruby eyes. Neat coifs of hair have been piled upon her head, and even they seem to reflect the same stiffness as the rest of her does.

“Speak,” she says, voice booming.

MeaZea does her best to bow. “My Queen, we have come from –”

“I do not care,” interrupts the Queen.

Prince Dorado shoots them an apologetic look. “My Queen, if I may? These are the people I was speaking to you about.”

“I am intelligent enough to figure that out,” huffs the Queen, but it looks like she might not be because there’s a new light in her stone-like eyes. “You are here for payment, I am sure.”

MeaZea wants to say no. Generally, she does this sort of thing out of the goodness of her heart. But this time, she genuinely needs the queen’s help. So she says, “I’m sorry to ask this of you but – “

“I already know what you want,” says the Queen, even more dismissively than before. “The princess has it for you. Tarry not, for no mere mortal should keep her waiting.”

“This way,” says Prince Dorado, with a resigned sigh. He ushers the group out of the room. When the door is closed, he says, “please don’t pay her any attention. She’s a lot less stuffy than she looks, and when I told her that you had solved the problems in the mines…she was truly grateful. This is just the nature of her kind.”

“It’s alright,” says MeaZea, who only sort of understands what’s going on. “She said something about a princess?”

Prince Dorado’s eyes light up. “Yes! That would be my wife. I’ll take you to her.”

 

Katelynn E Koontz – Author