Abigail pokes Annebelle again. “Sorry…” She muttered under her breath.
“…;alright.” She shrugged and took the gold coins. “What is it, miss?” She looked at Abigail as she opened a trap door, taking out a small chocolate fountain.
“How much does this cost…?” She mumbles, fiddling with her hands as she speaks, lowering her gaze.
“I… cannot… not pay…” She trails off.
Grea shrugged and got the potion on her belt. Annebelle:“Well, it’s simple really, put it wherever you want it to be, you probably need the permission of an adult, and then press this button.” She showed him the small, barely noticable button on the fountain
“That there costs 10 gold coins. It’s really useful, so it’s expensive.”
She looks into her purse, realises she doesn’t have enough.
“…” She sighs and puts the jug back.
“Thank you…” She bows to Annebelle. She heads towards the exit, avoiding eye contact with the young prince.
“…” Annebelle looks at Abigail leave. “You know… you can have it for free…” She fell silent as she realised she was already gone. Sighing and going back to her usual, exited tone for the other customers
As he does that , he walks into Lucy, who was approaching the shop too.
A: Ah , hello Lucy!
L: Good day , Andrew.
A: Heh… You able to come to my place tonight?
Lucy frowns.
L: For the last time Andrew , work prevents me from doing so!
A: Alright.
A (whispering): Whats going on in the Spy Ring?
L (whispering.): Oh… quite a bit. We fear that there is an evil lurking within our castle walls. According to Magnus , some sort of Cult.
Andrew perks his eyebrows at the word Cult.
A (whispering): And do you have any information on the perpetrators?
L (whispering): No , not currently. However , that leads me into my next problem…
A (whispering): What? Spill.
Lucy takes a deep breath
L (whispering):You are aware of Kathrine , the newest advisor to the King?
A (whispering): Yes…
L (whispering) : She recently accused me of being the traitor. It was horrible. I beli-believe (cough) that… she took my voice as well.
A (aloud): A Reaper…
L (aloud): What?
A: Nevermind.
Andrew walks away.
Outside of the castle walls, almost untouched by human hands, there was a forest. Shimmering brightly as the sun glistened over the kingdom.
Quiet breaking of twigs, running of creatures and low howling is all that would be heard by those untrained. However, for those versed in nature, they would realise the true beauty which envelops all those who inhabit the environment
Deep in the Aidart Forest, one man stood still as he took in the aura that he had been feeling for many years, knowing that soon he could venture into the kingdom, but that his true home and hiding spot if needed, would always be the forest
“And where are you planning to put this fountaion, Prince Nick?”
Drevis appears. Asking for the guards and… Stealth oriented scouts to keep an eye for him is a good idea. If he buys more inconvenience items, the treasurer will have another headache. Not to mention the upcoming festival.
stubs his knee like peter griffin did that one time or like twenty I guess
“Aahhh, aaah, ugh aaah, ugh ahhhh uh.”
(The Fountain is absolutely okay though.)
Drevis eyes narrowed.
“I hope you are aware that the treasury is not a bottomless chasm of gold coins and our budget is not exactly plentiful with the upcoming festival.”
Abigail is outside the shop. She sniffs the air, and smells a familiar waft coming from the alley.
She stops for a while, before going back home. She had to do something… or she was out of money…
An empty stock of herbs! “Hm…”
She walks to the forest, to pick herbs for her doings.
As she picked up the herbs, she carefully measures the many herbs. It was a sacred spot, that only she knew. At least it was clear of the many dangers that usually surrounded the forest.
It was silent too, no annoying voices, no one to disturb her. A place she can truly feel at peace.