The Prince and the Peasant

[Matreania]

Michael hid his horse just out of town, before he started walking into the market again to look around.

 

[Binnie Ryman]

Celia was starting to lose hope. It wasn't that late in the day, yet she had usually made a sale by now. Yet, she stayed and hoped.

 

[Matreania]

Michael spotted the bread stand after a while, and then he noticed that girl. Walking over he smiled, "I didn't expect to see you so soon."

 

[Binnie Ryman]

"M-me neither," Celia stuttered. "Hello, again, sir."

 

[Matreania]

Michael smiled, as he looked at her bread, "This look good, do you sell a lot?"

 

[Binnie Ryman]

"Almost everyday, sir," said Celia softly.

 

[Matreania]

Michael smiled, "Mike. Just call me Mike."

 

[Binnie Ryman]

"V-very well, Mike," Celia stuttered.

 

[Matreania]

Michael smiled, looking at the bread, "Which would be recommend?"

 

[Binnie Ryman]

Celia grabbed a loaf of bread. "This one, sir."

 

[Matreania]

Michael smiled, taking out a couple of gold coins, "would this be enough?"

 

[Binnie Ryman]

"T-that's more than enough," said Celia. "I don't know if I can take it."

 

[Matreania]

Michael smiled, "How about two then?"

 

[Binnie Ryman]

Celia nodded and packaged to loaves for him. "Thank you," said Celia.

 

[Matreania]

Michael smiled, "I think we'll have it for dinner. I have to go, it was good seeing you again."

 

[Binnie Ryman]

"It was good seeing you again, too, sir," said Celia. "And thank you."

 

[Matreania]

Michael smiled, add he waved bye again staring towards his horse.

 

[Binnie Ryman]

Celia curtsied clumsily as he walked away before getting back to selling bread.

 

[Matreania]

Michael ended up with a lecture, while coming from the kitchen. He had stayed in town longer then he had thought he would, but he was starting to like going to town more and more.

 

[Binnie Ryman]

Celia was beaming now that she had a made a sale. Most days were like that, but it never happened so early in the day. She was happy now that she had a way to buy dinner for the night.

 

[Matreania]

Michael yawned as class stated to get boring with all the papers.

 

[Binnie Ryman]

Celia made a few more sales, enough to get her family a decent meal. She smiled softly at the thought.

 

[Matreania]

Michael managed to got through his gentleman class thinking of how he just wanted to go back into town. He would try to sneak back into town before his next dance lesson, he told himself.

 

[Binnie Ryman]

Celia was surprised that she had sold all of her bread. She closed her stand and began collecting what she would need for dinner.

 

[Matreania]

Michael found himself stuck in the castle another night, his parents were leaving tomorrow and were watching his every move. He smirked to himself thinking that when they were gone he could spend more time in town, as he usually did.