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“Alas, I am gloriously fine... I won’t be taking up your time...” she answered sadly, as though she wanted to cause Kenya suffering.
“Why, ‘alas’... aren’t you glad to be well?” Kenya feigned confusion for Angie’s sake.
“Oh but of course I am terribly glad to be well... I just got so much attention from.... Greg.” she whispered her cousins’ name as he walked into the room.
“Say, Kenya, do you know anything about a secret oak?” Greg asked smiling at the obvious question.
“I’m sorry, but it’s obviously a secret.” Kenya said smiling back, her eyes glinting in excitement.
“Oh, well, I guess I’ll never find it.” Greg looked very depressed as he walked out of the entryway. Kenya knew she couldn’t tell him where it was, it was in code that she couldn’t, but she really wanted to tell so they could hang out like old times.
“So, you and Greg seem to have a great relationship... why doesn’t he like me I’m so much prettier and I have more authority than you,” Angelica started to whine, “it’s not fair....”
“Well, maybe it’s because you’re a blue-nose, Angelica.” Kenya stated turning around and marching out the door to her room.
“What does that mean?” Angelica slumped to the cobbled floor, whimpering that it was too cold. Walking into her room, Kenya looked in her hand mirror and smiled at her self. She had changed so much over the years. Her long blonde hair was almost right at her middle back, which meant that her da would have to cut it very short. She hated short hair but she knew it must be cut. Also her eyes were a lovely shade of green. Her nose was small and petite the perfect size for a woman. Her eyes the best shape, like that of an oval. Her smile was radiant and her hair perfectly enclosed around her face. She could never get it cut. She slumped on to her bed of straw, for Angelica got the good bed of duck feathers, and she fell asleep dreaming of clouds, the ability to fly, and a very handsome servant boy.
Upon awaking she heard a rustling outside her window. Judging by the stars it was very close to the sixth hour. Hmmm... the sixth hour... what was I to do-- oh no, Picard! Jumping out of bed she slipped on her rug of camel hair and made a ruckus which she hoped no one heard. She tried on the dress of purple, lavender, which was her mother’s grandmother had handed down. It fit perfectly! Walking gracelessly to the window she stuck her head out and looked around. A dark figure was waving to her to come out. Then it ran, seeing the adventure she tiptoed as fast as she could out her door and down the hall to the back door. Opening it quietly she slipped out and, trying to walk carefully and beautifully, she made her way to the oak and was about to bird call when a hand came about her mouth.
“Shhh... do be quiet, milady, for we have a guest tonight.” Picard whispered ever so softly in her ear.
“Why, Princess Kenya how you’ve advanced since I last laid eyes upon you. Sir Picard here tells me you wanted me to come so I engaged my dear head and thought of a suitable place behind your palace to meet.” Gregory smiled and held out his hand as Picard took his off her mouth.
“Oh, why, Sir Gregory, I did so want you to come, and do believe I am ever so glad to have you.” Kenya gushed as Greg whirled her around. It had been so long since she had danced with Greg but his patterns came back to her now...
“You dance wonderfully after so long Princess.” Greg said flattering her.
“Oh, but, my lord, you taught me.” Kenya looked up to his face as he pulled her close. He grinned a playful grin and spun her out.
“May I cut in, your lordship?” Picard asked to Greg in a very deep voice.
“Why, of course, Sir Picard be my guest.” Gregory stepped back and gave Kenya’s hand to Picard. He took her hand and glanced over his shoulder.
“We shall be back, I just need to have a confidential conversation with the Princess, do excuse us, it won’t take long.” Picard called and waited for the answer.
“By all means go right ahead, I shall not stop you.” Greg did answer and pulled out what was a fake cigar and started to light it. Picard still held Kenya’s hand lifted in the air as they walked to a moonlit meadow filled with white roses and moonlight flowers.
“Dearest, Princess, I do wish to express my gratitude for letting me take this dance.”
“Oh, good knight, but of course, thou is always welcome in my sight.” Kenya’s eyes sparkled with the excitement of the dance about to come.
“I do believe earlier I heard you say you would keep a thought of mine... dost thou wish to share... though I do think I remember.” Picard’s eyes softened and he started to pull her into a dance. The same song running through their heads they danced the perfect dance. With Picard leading as usual Kenya was just happy to follow. It had been almost two weeks since they had danced in Moonlight Field, this is called Moonlight Field because no matter what time of year it is always lit up at the seventh hour of night.
“Oh, Sir Picard, this is a wonderful night... dost thou remember, now, our talk earlier?” Kenya hoped he would remember. For she had never been kissed and she hoped that is what he had in mind.
“Yes, it is a glorious night and to share it with you I would never regret. Of course my dear lady I would always remember a talk with you.” Picard pulled her close and Kenya’s eyes seemed to close automatically as he leaned forward.