Parker
Parker is a handsome prince of Gusta. Next in line for the throne.
Alright, alright I get it. Show me already! He mutters, joining Avery at the window and peering through it carefully to see if she's still there. His heart races a little as he spots her; she looks even more beautiful than he remembered...
"don't get tempted brother.." Avery teased as he saw the look in Parker's eyes.
I won't... much. He clears his throat, trying to sound casual as he continues watching her through the window. She's talking animatedly with their mother, gesturing with her hands and laughing that musical laugh...
Parker laughed softly. "Well, I guess it's not very often that someone like me finds music they can truly relate to," he admitted, squeezing her hand gently. "You have a way of expressing yourself through your songs that... well, it just feels real. And I appreciate that more than you know."
He could feel his heart racing as he spoke to her; there was something about this woman that made him feel so alive. It was as if she had brought out a part of himself he hadn't known existed until now.
"I'm glad.. that's all I want. Is for people to enjoy my words not just my voice. I've always loved singing." I told him as my band mates urged me to come back up to sing another song. "I'll talk with you again once the ball is over okay?" I told him with a smile as I headed up the stairs again so I could sing. "With you I have felt.. so loved and warm. I have always wanted a hand to hold. And now that your here. No need to fear. But now I'm not sure where this ends. Can i find a place in your heart? Can I find I place in your arms? Can I be near you? Till we're old and grey? Cause I want you every single day." I started to sing my most popular love song and people began dancing together. Yet Parker said no to multiple girls asking for him to dance with them.
As he listened to her sing, Parker couldn't help but smile in spite of himself. The words she sang felt like they were meant just for him, and the way she looked at him as she performed... it was enough to make his heart race wildly in his chest. With each passing moment, he found himself wanting her more and more.
He wondered if there was any chance that this could be something real; after all, she was just a traveling singer with no title or claim to nobility. But then again, neither did he... not yet.
"Honestly? Too many to count. But I'm sure we'll find someone interesting to keep us entertained." He smirked and took a deep breath before walking through the doors, Avery following close behind.
but to Parker all the girls looked the same. All wore colorful gowns to try and stand out. Hair done up. Makeup done. All smiling at him knowing he would be the king one day.
It's true they all seemed similar in appearance, but there had to be someone unique amidst the crowd. Someone who wouldn't be afraid to stand out and challenge his expectations. That was what he was searching for as he scanned the ballroom, occasionally returning a smile or wink to keep potential suitors at bay while he continued his hunt.
He glances at her, his expression solemn. "I understand the risk, Mother. But I believe that sometimes you have to take chances if you want to find happiness. If it is a trap... well, we'll just deal with that when the time comes." There's a steely determination in his voice that she can't deny. "I won't let my heart remain locked away any longer."
"then be safe.. bring your sword just in case." His mother told him as a caring mother, not a queen.
He nods, reassuringly. "I will be careful. And I'll make sure to bring my sword just in case." He gives his mother a small smile before turning back to the older woman. "Thank you again for this opportunity. I won't let it go to waste." His mind is already racing with possibilities of what could happen once he meets this princess from Tasmania, but for now, all that matters is taking the first step toward finding his destiny... and maybe, just maybe, true love along the way.
He hesitates, then nods. "I'll try," he says softly. "But I can't force her." With that, he takes a deep breath and makes his way over to the carriage where the Tasmanian princess is currently hiding. As he approaches, he reminds himself that she must be feeling just as lost and confused as he does right now.
"Your Highness," he says gently, standing several feet away from the carriage door. "My name is Parker.
he heard nothing and tried the handle. It was unlocked. He opened the door slightly and could see me the carriage was empty.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized she wasn't there. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before calling out once more, "Your Highness? Princess?" It felt strange to be addressing someone I knew nothing about, but I hoped that she was nearby enough to hear me.
"It was fine," I say with a shrug, eyeing her carefully as she hands me my clothes. "Just another night in the life of a royal, you know?" She nods slowly, looking down at the floor. Something about her reaction tells me that she doesn't really understand what it's like to be part of this world...and I wonder if that's why she seems so innocent and naive.
but I sat on a stool with such grace and posture. "I will be here for when you get out of the bath and are ready for bed." I softly told him as I looked up at him. I was truly beautiful.
"Thank you," I reply with a small smile, trying not to stare at her too long. Her beauty is almost distracting, and it makes me wonder how much longer she'll be able to handle being my servant...or if she's even truly happy with this arrangement. "I appreciate your help."