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badchoosey · 5 years

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The Royal Romance, Book One. Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time

‘You’ve been invited to the Prince’s coronation at the palace. Tonight, the Prince will choose his bride!’

KINGDOM OF CORDONIA - NOW

The doors to the grand ballroom of the palace are thrown open, and you make your entrance…

Riled: Here we go…

Hana: You look so beautiful, Riled. The Prince won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.

Olivia: Hah. He might like the way she looks, but when it comes to choosing his future queen, he knows who’ll be able to handle ruling at his side.

Riled: Olivia… My first act as queen will be banishing you!

Olivia: You can’t do that!

Riled: Consider yourself lucky… In the old days, it would’ve been an execution.

Just then, a trumpet sounds! The herald announces the Prince’s arrival.

Hana: He’s headed this way…

Liar: Riled… may I have this dance?

Riled: You want to dance with me? In your face, Olivia!

Liar: Huh?

Riled: Let’s go.

Prince Liar takes your hand and whisks you out onto the dance floor of the grand ballroom. As the orchestra plays, he leads you in a waltz around the room, your gown swirling as you glide through the steps.

Riled: To think, a few months ago, I didn’t even know the first steps to a waltz.

Liar: And now, no one would ever know that you weren’t born into this life. I hope you never have cause to regret coming here.

Riled: Why would you ever say that?

Liar: Well, so much has happened, and…

As the song winds down, Prince Liar’s hands linger on your waist, his eyes searching yours.

Liar: I need to talk to you.

Riled: Is something wrong?

Liar: It’s been impossible to get even a moment alone with you these last few days. But I need to know--

Olivia: Ahem! Prince Liar, may I be so bold as to cut in?

Liar: Oh, of course.

Riled: We’ll… talk later?

Liar: Yes.

As Olivia and Liar glide away, you find your way off the dance floor… and spot a familiar face.

Drake: Riled.

Riled: Drake. I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.

Drake: Liar insisted. I guess I should congratulate you.

Riled: Oh?

Drake: You look exactly like one of them. I guess you are one of them, now. This time tomorrow, you might be the future queen. And then our lives are going to go in very different directions.

Riled: Drake, if I’m chosen to be the Prince’s bride you’ll have to start bowing to me.

Drake: Heh. The bowing, I can handle. But I’ll also have to attend your wedding…

Riled: Drake… Are you saying…?

Drake: Forget it. You know what? I’m happy for you. If anyone deserves to live happily ever after, it’s you, Riled.

Riled: If I get too cocky, just remind me that the first time we met, I was taking out the garbage and waiting tables.

Drake: Feels like so long ago, now. Can’t believe it’s only been a few months.

Riled: Yeah. But after everything that’s happened, it feels more like once upon a time…

NEW YORK CITY - ONCE UPON A TIME

Riled: Just another glamorous New York Saturday night of hauling trash to the dumpster…

Daniel: It could be worse. There could be-- Rats! Riled, help!

Riled: Don’t tell me you’re afraid of this adorable little mouse family. They’re trying to get by, just like us.

Manager: Hey! Riled, Daniel, quit slacking off over there!

Riled: You told us to take out the garbage.

Manager: And now I’m telling you to wait on the bachelor party that just rolled in. Chop chop!

Tariq: Waitress, there you are. We need your best table!

Drake: Forget the table. Just bring us whiskey, and lots of it.

Daniel: Riled, please take this one. I’ve got a date tonight, and I’ll never make it out of here in time…

Riled: You really want me to take the bachelor party? Why do I get all the rowdy tables?

Daniel: Because you’re way better at this than I am.

Riled: Okay, fine, but you owe me one.

Daniel: You’re the best!

Manager: Are you two still talking? I’ve seated them already. Now get over there before I dock your pay!

You head over to the table where three guys, sit, talking.

Riled: Hello, gentleman. I’ll be taking care of you this evening.

Maxwell: Waitress, steaks for the table.

Tariq: How about some filet mignon, medium rare and prepared with a bearnaise sauce?

Riled: The closest thing we have to filet mignon is the deluxe burger.

Tariq: Dare I ask for your wine list?

Riled: We’ve got an excellent vintage house red…

Tariq: House red?

Riled: It also comes in white.

Drake: We’ll be fine with a bottle of whiskey… and four deluxe burgers.

Riled: Four?

Drake nods behind you, and you turn to see…

Riley: (Whoa. He’s really cute!)

Liar: Sorry I’m late. Thank you for your patience, Miss…?

Riled: Uh, Riled.

Liar: Charmed to make your acquaintance, Riled.

Riled: Trust me, the charm’s all fine.

Liar: Excuse me?

Riled: Er, I mean, I’m also charmed… and awkward… And I’m just going to put your order in now.

Later that evening, a little after the bar has closed, you’re finishing up when someone taps you on the shoulder…

Liar: I think we’re about ready to head out. I just wanted to thank you… and apologise. I know we kept you late, and my friends can be… demanding.

Riled: Demanding? That’s one word for it…

Liar: Heh. You’re right. They deserve far worse, but I didn’t want to offend you with my language. If you don’t have any other plans tonight, maybe I can make it up to you by buying you a drink. We’re about to go to a club.

Riled: Oh? Which one?

Liar: We were hoping you might be able to give us some advice about that. We’re not from around here.

Riled: I recommend going to a gorgeous secret cove by the beach. Forget the club.

Liar: You know… that actually sounds perfect. To be honest, I’m getting a little tired of the usual bachelor party antics. Lead the way!

Riled: Sure! Let me finish up here, and I’ll meet you out front…

You quickly finish your way, and head back to change. You catch a glance of yourself in the breakroom mirror…

Riled: (I am so ready to get out of this uniform…I think I’ll stick with the basics.) Okay… I’m ready to go…

You step outside and see the bachelor party waiting for you.

Drake: Hang on… The waitress is coming with us?

Liar: Actually, we’re going with her. She’s picking our next destination.

Drake: So she’s our tour guide now?

Liar: Riled was kind enough to agree to show us around. She’s doing us a favor, so play nice.

A short time later… You pile out of the limo at the beach, and the guys head off towards the ocean…

Drake: We should build a bonfire.

Tariq: I’m not doing manual labor.

Drake: Sorry, I forgot who I was talking to. What I meant was, I’ll go build a bonfire.

Maxwell: This place is awesome! Skinny dipping!

Tariq: Keep your pants on, Maxwell.

Liar: Thank you for bringing us here. I can tell the guys are enjoying themselves already.

Ri led: I bet you’re used to putting everyone else first.

Liar: And why would you say that?

Riled: I can tell. I’m good at reading people… Now, forget about your friends. What about you? Do you like it here?

Liar: I love it.

Riled: It’s my secret spot, so I’m really trusting you.

Liar: I’ll do my best to be worthy of that trust. Though there’s just one problem… How am I supposed to buy you that drink?

Riled: You’ll think of something. Or maybe you’ll just keep owing me.

Liar: Fair enough. So what should we do?

Riled: We should climb up the cliff!

Liar: Way up there?

Riled: Try to keep up!

Finding handholds and places for your feet, you quickly scale the cliff face.

Riled: Huff… Did it.

You extend a hand down and help Liar up.

Liar: Thanks.

Riled: What do you think?

Liar: Huh?

Riled: The view. Worth the climb, right?

Liar: Oh, definitely.

For a moment, you both look out, watching the moonlight play on the waves below as the wind moves through the clouds. Then you shiver.

Liar: Cold?

Riled: Maybe just a little…

Liar: I see that the guys got the bonfire going. Let’s head back down and warm up…

You walk to the bonfire. Liar’s friends play by the water while the two of you sit together by the fire, appreciating the crackling flames as you warm your hands.

Liar: Tonight’s been quite the adventure… I never thought my night out on the town would end up like this. You’re really something else, aren’t you?

Riled: I’m going to take that as a compliment.

Liar: Believe me, it is. Spending time with you tonight has been the most fun I’ve had this entire vacation.

Riled: I guess that means you haven’t really been enjoying yourself very much.

Liar: It’s been wonderful, but there’s something missing. I really wanted to do one thing in particular while I was here…

Riled: And what’s that?

Liar: It’s… well… you’re probably going to think it’s silly, but I’ve always wanted to see the Statue of Liberty… It wasn’t really in the guys’ plan, so we just never got around to it. And now it’s my last day here… I don’t mean to sounds so ungrateful. It was thoughtful of my friends to throw me this bachelor party. They’ve done their best, but I’m not in the mood to celebrate.

Riled: Wait a second, it’s YOUR bachelor party? Congratulations.

Liar: If you knew the whole story, you might not congratulate me so quickly.

Riled: Oh?

Liar: I actually don’t know who I’m going to marry yet… only that I’ll have to pick my fiancee by the end of the year.

Riled: What’s that supposed to mean?

Liar: The truth is, Riled… I’m the Crown Prince of Cordonia.

Riled: You’re a prince? I kind of had a feeling…

Liar: You did?

Riled: You’ve got a bunch of fancy guys at your bachelor party who tried to order filet mignon at a bar. Something told me you weren’t just visiting from Jersey.

Liar: And you don’t care? Not everyone takes it in stride.

Riled: I’m not going to let something like that intimidate me.

Liar: Heh. You’re fearless, aren’t you? I admire that about you. You know exactly who you are. Even better, you get to decide who you are. You could be anything, do anything. What drives you, Riled?

Riled: What I really want is to fall in love. Love is what gives life meaning… the connections that we make… the hearts that we touch.

Liar: That’s beautiful, Riled.

Looking out at the surf, you see Maxwell, Drake, and Tariq splashing in the water.

Maxwell: Got ya, Tariq!

Tariq: I told you, these shoes are leather!

Drake: Aw, lighten up, Tariq. You’ve got, what, a hundred pairs?

Riled: Looks like your friends are having fun…

Liar: Good. I’m happy for them. They deserve to have fun… Tomorrow, it’s back to Cordonia for the start of the social season.

Riled: But it’s not tomorrow yet…

Liar: What are you suggesting?

Riled: You said you wanted to see the Statue of Liberty. Let’s do it! I know a place where we can catch a boat tour. Best view in town.

Liar: Right now? But it’s way past midnight. Won’t all the tours be closed?

Riled: Oh… right. I forgot how late it’s gotten. In that case, we should call it a night.

Liar: I’ll take you home then.

Riled: Thanks.

A short while later, you arrive on your doorstep, the stars twinkling dimly against the bright lights of the city.

Riled: This is me.

Liar: Thank you for your company, Riled. Tonight has been incredible…

You look up into his eyes as he draws close to you… You pull him close, his arms wrapping around you.

Riled: Liar…

Liar: I’m glad to have met you, Riled. I’ll never forget this night…

The next morning, you get ready for your day…

Riled: Last night was fun… but it’s time to face the real world. And that means going back to work.

You’ve just walked up to the doors of the bar where you work when you hear a familiar voice!

Maxwell: Riled! Glad I caught you. We’re heading back to Cordonia so Liar can find someone to marry and all that jazz. But before I go, I wanted to officially extend to you an invitation to join us for the festivities in Cordonia.

Riled: Huh?

Maxwell: You wouldn’t usually be allowed to join… but I want to sponsor you!

Riled: Sponsor me?

Maxwell: I’m from a noble house, but I don’t have any sisters, so we don’t have anyone in contention to marry the Prince. Instead, we can sponsor ant girl we choose. And you’re my pick.

Riled: You want to sponsor me? What’s in it for you?

Maxwell: If you accept, you’ll owe me three boons, each favor more fraught with peril than the last.

Riled: What? Really?

Maxwell: Nah, I’m just messing with you. I’m trying to help you out, Riled. We’re kinda crunched for time, though. I’ve got a plane leaving within the hour…

Riled: Whoa. You’re moving a little fast, don’t you think?

Maxwell: No time to waste. The opening Masquerade is tonight! It’s the start of the… uh, I guess you could say, it’s the start of the competition.

Riled: What do you mean?

Maxwell: There’s a whole horde of gorgeous, rich, noble women vying to become Cordonia’s next queen. And it’s not just about winning the Prince’s hand. You’ve also got to prove to the council that you can rule Cordonia with him. But I think you’ve got what it takes. You’re witty and charming.

Riled: Uh, thanks. So… a fancy Masquerade… and what else am I getting myself into?

Maxwell: Fun stuff, I promise! You’ll get to go yachting in the Mediterranean, skiing in the Alps, and dancing in the Royal Palace… Or, y’know, you can stay here… And go back to your waitressing gig with your crappy boss. That’s probably about as good.

For a moment, you think about everything that happened last night… and you slowly start to smile.

Riled: I’m in.

Maxwell: Yeah! Go pack your bags. This is going to be the adventure of a lifetime!

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chooseywoozy · 6 years

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The Royal Romance, Book One: Chapter 1 - Once Upon a Time

(NOW PLAYING AS ROBOT)

Kingdom of Cordonia - Now

The doors to the grand ballroom of the palace are thrown open, and you make your entrance…

Robot: Here we go…

Hana: You look so beautiful, Robot. The Prince won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.

Olivia: Hah. He might like the way she looks, but when it comes to choosing his future queen, he knows who’ll be able to handle ruling at his side.

Robot: Olivia, may the best woman win.

Olivia: I’m sure I will.

Just then, a trumpet sounds! The herald announces the Prince’s arrival.

Hana: He’s headed this way…

Liar: Robot… may I have this dance?

Robot: You want to dance with me? I’d love to.

Liar: I was hoping you’d say that.

Robot: To think, a few months ago, I didn’t even know the first steps to a waltz.

Liar: And now, no one would ever know that you weren’t born into this life. I hope you never have cause to regret coming here.

Robot: Why would you say that?

Liar: Well, so much has happened, and…

As the song winds down, Prince Liar’s hands linger on your waist, his eyes searching yours.

Liar: I need to talk to you.

Robot: Is something wrong?

Liar: It’s been impossible to get even a moment alone with you these last few days. But I need to know--

Olivia: Ahem! Prince Liar, may I be so bold as to cut in?

Liar: Oh, of course.

Robot: We’ll… talk later?

Liar: Yes.

As Olivia and Liar glide away, you find your way off the dance floor… and spot a familiar face.

Drake: Robot.

Robot: Drake. I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.

Drake: Liar insisted. I guess I should congratulate you.

Robot: Oh?

Drake: You look exactly like one of them. I guess you are one of them, now. This time tomorrow, you might be the future queen. And then our lives are going to go in very different directions.

Robot: Drake, if I’m chosen to be the Prince’s bride you’ll have to start bowing to me.

Drake: Heh. The bowing, I can handle. But I’ll also have to attend your wedding.

Robot: Drake… Are you saying…?

Drake: Forget it. You know what? I’m happy for you. If anyone deserves to live happily ever after, it’s you, Robot.

Robot: If I get too cocky, just remind me that the first time we met, I was taking out the garbage and waiting tables.

Drake: Feels like so long ago, now. Can’t believe it’s only been a few months.

Robot: Yeah. But after everything that’s happened, it feels more like once upon a time…

NEW YORK CITY - ONCE UPON A TIME

Robot: Just another glamorous New York Saturday night of hauling trash to the dumpster…

Daniel: It could be worse. There could be-- Rats! Robot, help!

Robot: Don’t tell me you’re afraid of this adorable little mouse family. They’re trying to get by, just like us…

Manager: Hey! Robot, Daniel, quit slacking off over there!

Robot: You told us to take out the garbage.

Manager: And now I’m telling you to wait on the bachelor party that just rolled in. Chop chop!

Tariq: Waitress, there you are. We need your best table!

Drake: Forget the table. Just bring us whiskey, and lots of it.

Daniel: Robot, please take this one. I’ve got a date tonight, and I’ll never make it out of here in time…

Robot: You really want me to take the bachelor party? I’m on it. The tips will be insane! I’ll have those guys eating out of my hand in no time.

Daniel: You’re the best!

Manager: Are you two still talking? I’ve seated them already. Now get over there before I dock your pay!

You head over to the table where three guys sit, talking.

Robot: Hello, gentleman. I’ll be taking care of you this evening.

Maxwell: Waitress, steaks for the table.

Tariq: How about some filet mignon, medium rare and prepared with a bearnaise sauce?

Robot: The closest thing we have to filet mignon is the deluxe burger.

Tariq: Dare I ask for your wine list?

Robot: We’ve got an excellent vintage house red…

Tariq: House red?

Robot: It also comes in white.

Drake: We’ll be fine with a bottle of whiskey… and four deluxe burgers.

Robot: Four?

Drake nods behind you, and you turn to see…

Robot: (Whoa. He’s really cute!)

Liar: Sorry I’m late. Thank you for your patience, Miss…?

Robot: Uh, Robot.

Liar: Charmed to make your acquaintance, Robot.

Robot: The pleasure’s all mine. It’s nice to meet you. Now let me go put your order in. Be right back!

Later that evening, a little after the bar has closed, you’re finishing up when someone taps you on the shoulder…

Liar: I think we’re about to head out. I just wanted to thank you… and apologise. I know we kept you late, and my friends can be… demanding.

Robot: Demanding? Nothing I couldn’t handle.

Liar: I got the feeling that you could take care of yourself. If you don’t have any other plans tonight, maybe I can make it up to you by buying you a drink. We’re about to go to a club.

Robot: Oh? Which one?

Liar: We were hoping you might have some advice about that. We’re not from around here.

Robot: I recommend going to the hottest club in town, Kismet.

Liar: That sounds perfect. I know the guys want to go crazy tonight! Lead the way!

Robot: Sure! Let me finish up here, and I’ll meet you out front…

You quickly finish your work, and head back to change. You catch a glance of yourself in the breakroom mirror…

Robot: (I am so ready to get out of this uniform…)

You step outside and see the bachelor party waiting for you.

Drake: Wow.

Robot: Wow?

Drake: I… almost didn’t recognise you.

Tariq: That uniform wasn’t doing you justice.

Maxwell: Yeah, the waitress is hot.

Liar: Ahem. Her name is Robot, and I doubt she appreciates you talking about her like that.

Maxwell: Right. Sorry, Robot. I meant to say, you look lovely. Now let’s get this party going!

Drake: So she’s our tour guide now?

Liar: Robot was kind enough to agree to show us around. She’s doing us a favor, so play nice.

A short time later… You enter Kismet, and the guys immediately head to the dance floor…

Maxwell: Time to party!

Drake: No one wants to see your running man, Maxwell.

Tariq: You there! Who do we talk to for bottle service?

Liar: Thank you for bringing us here. Looks like the guys are having fun already.

Robot: I bet you’re used to putting everyone else first.

Liar: And why would you say that?

Robot: I can tell. I’m good at reading people. Now, forget about your friends. What about you? Do you like it here?

Liar: What I’m enjoying most is the company. And I believe I owe you a drink. So what’ll the lady have?

Robot: Shots!

A minute later, Liar hands you your drink and raises his own glass.

Liar: Two double shots of whiskey. You don’t mess around, do you?

Robot: Never.

You both drink.

Robot:Thanks. I guess this makes us even.

Liar: Hmmm… you’re right. Now I’ll have to find some other excuse to get you to stay.

Robot: You don’t need an excuse. Turns out… I’m having fun.

Liar: I’m very happy to hear that. Honestly? Hanging out with you is the most fun I’ve had this entire vacation.

Robot: Oh… that’s sweet. I guess that means you haven’t really been enjoying yourself very much.

Liar: It’s been wonderful, but there’s something missing. I really wanted to do one thing in particular while I was here…

Robot: And what’s that?

Liar: It’s… well… you’re probably going to think it’s silly, but I’ve always wanted to see the Statue of Liberty… It wasn’t really in the guys’ plan, so we just never got around to it. And now it’s my last day here… I don’t mean to sound so ungrateful. It was thoughtful of my friends to throw me this bachelor party. They’ve done their best, but I’m not in the mood to celebrate.

Robot: Wait a second, it’s YOUR bachelor party? You’re pretty flirty for an engaged guy. I don’t think your fiancee would be too happy about that.

Liar: That’s the funny thing. I actually don’t know who I’m going to marry yet… only that I’ll have to pick my fiancee by the end of the year.

Robot: What’s that supposed to mean?

Liar: The truth is, Robot… I’m the Crown Prince of Cordonia.

Robot: That doesn’t change anything. I don’t care what your title is. You’re still the same guy I met earlier this evening… Caring, thoughtful… I’ve seen a lot of customers come and go, but I’ve never seen any guy at his own bachelor party be concerned about whether the waitress was having a good night.

Liar: You don’t know how rare it is to hear someone say that. You’re the first one, in fact.

He smiles.

Liar: It seems the more I talk to you, the more I like you, Robot. It’s strange… I’ve known my whole life that I have to take up the duties of the monarchy. I’ve always wondered how that’s shaped me, who I might’ve been without the crown. You could be anything, do anything. What drives you, Robot?

Robot: What I really want is to live every day to the fullest. Sure, I’m only waiting tables now, but… I like to make every day an adventure. You only get one chance at life. I want to make mine mean something.

Liar: That’s beautiful, Robot.

Looking around, you spot the guys on the dancefloor, mingling with the other club-goers.

Maxwell: Come on, Drake. Show off those moves!

Tariq: Another bottle of champagne! Who knew we’d find a decent vintage here?

Robot: Looks like your friends are having fun…

Liar: Good. I’m happy for them. They deserve to have fun… Tomorrow, it’s back to Cordonia for the start of the social season.

Robot: But it’s not tomorrow yet…

Liar: What are you suggesting?

Robot: You said you wanted to see the Statue of Liberty! Let’s do it! I know a place where we can catch a boat tour. Best view in town.

Liara: Right now? But it’s way past midnight. Won’t all the tours be closed?

Robot: Oh… right. I forgot how late it’s gotten. In that case, you’re lucky I can call in a favour.

Liar: A favor? ANd just like that, you can get us on a tour boat after midnight to see the Statue of Liberty?

Robot: Well, maybe a few favors, actually, but I have some friends who owe me. It won’t be easy, but I know this is important to you, so… let’s go!

Liar: Right now?

Robot: It’s only getting later every minute we wait. Besides, it looks like the guys are busy enough. I bet they won’t even notice you’re gone.

Liar: You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?

Robot: Nope.

Liar: Then I happily surrender to your demands.

A short while later, you and Liar are at the docks overlooking the city skyline.

Robot: … And here we wait.

Liar: For?

Robot: A magical boat I’ve summoned just for you.

Liar: Not a bad view…

Robot: Now, I’m dying to know why you’re so eager to see the Statue of Liberty.

Liar: Can’t you guess?

Robot: She symbolises freedom.

Liar: Freedom is something that I’ve always wanted. But I’ve always know that my role would require me to give up much of what I desire.

Robot: You’re the prince. Can’t you do what you want, at least some of the time?

Liar: As a member of the royal family my actions reflect on my house and all of Cordonia. It’s something I’ve never been allowed to forget. No matter how badly I might want to.

He stares at you for one long moment… then looks away.

Robot: Liar…

Just then, you hear the blast of a horn! Looking out across the water, you spot a tour boat pulling up!

Robot: There’s our ride!

A short time later, you and Liar are on your own private tour boat headed to the Statue of Liberty.

Liar: Part of me didn’t think you’d pull this off.

Robot: Wait, who’s driving this boat?!

Liar: No one’s driving?

Robot: Just kidding. My college roommate’s got it covered. She owes me from the Ramen Noodle Incident of Senior Year.

Liar: Now that’s a story I have to hear.

Robot: It’s quite the adventure, but it might be too long for this boat ride…

Liar: Okay, then at least tell me this… Why are you doing all this for me?

Robot: Maybe I’m falling for you.

Liar: Robot… With my having to go back to Cordonia, I hope you know that I can’t--

Robot: I know. But I wanted to say it, even if that’s as far as it goes.

Liar takes your hand in his and kisses it, then holds it to his chest.

Liar: Robot… To be honest, no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.

Robot: Really? Come on, you’re a prince. I bet people do things for you all the time.

Liar: I do get all the perks that come with being royalty, but no one’s ever seen me as just… me. No one’s ever listened to me the way you do. No one’s ever come up with a spur-of-the-moment plan to make my dreams come true.

Robot: I’m glad I could help.

Liar: You’re an amazing person.

Suddenly, the boat slows down and the mists of the harbor part. In the distance, you see the Statue of Liberty appear…

Robot: So? What do you think?

Liar: Magnificent. I’ve heard that art has meaning because of what it makes the viewer feel. Whether it’s ink splatters on a canvas or the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, it only matters if it moves you.

Robot: And?

Liar: And right now, looking at this view with you, I feel like anything is possible. Thank you for this moment, Robot. This feeling… this means more to me than you could ever know.

Robot: Liar…

Liar: I want you to know that I admire you. Your adventurous spirit. The way you follow your heart.

Robot: You can live that way too.

Liar: If only. My whole life I’ve prepared myself to do what’s best for Cordonia.

Robot: Well, we’re not in Cordonia now…

You look up into his eyes as he draws close to you. You pull Liar in, kissing him deeply. You pull away, and he leans his forehead against yours.

Liar: You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?

Robot: I try.

Liar: I’m glad to have met you, Robot. I’ll never forget this night…

The next morning, you get ready for your day…

Robot: Last night was fun… but it’s time to face the real world… And that means going back to work. You’ve just walked up to the doors of the bar where you work when you hear a familiar voice!

Maxwell: Robot! Glad I caught you. We’re heading back to Cordonia so Liar can find someone to marry and all that jazz. But before I go, I wanted to officially extend to you an invitation to join us for the festivities in Cordonia.

Robot: Huh?

Maxwell: You wouldn’t usually be allowed to join… but I want to sponsor you!

Robot: Sponsor me?

Maxwell: I’m from a noble house, but I don’t have any sisters, so we don’t have anyone in contention to marry the Prince. Instead, we can sponsor any girl we choose. And you’re my pick.

Robot: What’s in it for you?

Maxwell: If you accept, you’ll owe me three boons, each favor more fraught with peril than the last.

Robot: What? Really?

Maxwell: Nah, I’m just messing with you. I’m trying to help you out, Robot. We’re kinda crunched for time, though. I’ve got a plane leaving within the hour…

Robot: Whoa. You’re moving a little fast, don’t you think?

Maxwell: No time to waste. The opening Masquerade is tonight! It’s the start of the… uh, I guess you could say, it’s the start of the competition.

Robot: What do you mean?

Robot: Uh, thanks. So… a fancy Masquerade… and what else am I getting myself into?

For a moment, you think about everything that happened last night… and you slowly start to smile.

Robot: I’m in.

Maxwell: Yeah! Go pack your bags. This is going to be the adventure of a lifetime!

Thoughts on the episode…

This is all incredibly weird. The crown prince of Cordonia just takes a trip to New York with his pals with no security about and they don’t do any research on New York… they just rock up to a little bar that serves burgers. Then, they (a group of four men consuming whiskey) invite a young woman they just met to go clubbing with them. Once there, it’s revealed the one she fancies is going to become King and is going home tomorrow to find a wife. So of course, he gets taken on a dodgy boat tour of the Statue of Liberty where the strange girl could have done ANYTHING with him now she has him secluded on a boat. And just to top it all off, the girl gets ready for work the next day and bumps into one of the bachelors she barely said three words to outside of ‘another drink, sir?’ and he convinces her to get on a plane with him so she can compete against a load of rich tarts to MARRY the guy she met last night. It’s just… madness.

That said. I love it.

Fave Character of the Chapter: Prince Liar

Least Fave Character of the Chapter: Manager

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