In the meantime

Some more days past and Natasha was yet to come up with a plan.. although she felt relaxed about it. Going back to check the long lost tale of Bianca's banishment... she was sure Bianca in no way could enter Mariposa. But luscious! why was he still here?. She ignored this too completely because she feared to ask... thinking that if she did... her father would come up with the marriage proposal ones again.

Memwell on the other hand had completely failed... his plan to satisfy luscious' canal desire had been smatched to the ground so hard that it shattered in numerous pieces that can never be fixed. Though Natasha was his princess... he felt Natasha had taken the only thing he felt belonged to him. Memwell had also forgotten the fact that he was a goldfish... his memory had thrown away that piece again as a matter of fact. This was because his brain was trying to protect the body. If the mind knew that the soul was a goldfish and cannot process and access the old memories... the body will start decaying while alife. Thus these pieces of information had been put in the trash box... and already dumped and burnt.

His royal majesty prince luscious was still on it.. been the closest to where princess Natasha was .. finding every way possible to reach out... being slapped in the face by rejection time and time again yet not given up. He'd seen the danger signs but had ignored it.. completely!... this had irritated the princess to her core but he was like a koala bear... clinging and clinging... he just wouldn't let go.

King Philip on the other hand seemed to have foreseen something and was waiting for a sign before they could fight. It wasn't necessary going to fight with a one man squad... he thought that was totally unfair. Was he really waiting for Bianca to form an army? how long was that even going to take? isn't it better to launch an attack now and end an incoming war that might be disastrous?! what really was going on in the head of this lord?! isn't this just a careless act?! but this myth of a lord was just living on in the meantime... knowing fully well that the future was impregnated with mischief... danger oozing ...yet he was allowing the fetus to grow...he was just living on... ruling Mariposa now...not even preparing an army... he was relaxed like a little lamb.

Memwell was sitting across the long dinning table... right opposite to Bruce.. .. that single noble he was acquaintant to.. he was looking at the man straight in the eye while the man was busy devouring his food. Not that Bruce wasn't aware of his surrounding... the man most have thought it was nothing to worry about... but while memwell lingered for longer than expected... he reluctantly put down his cutlery and cursed under his breath before his eyes met those cold eyes of the free man dinning with him.

"memwell... you don't have to disturb my dinner" Bruce stated with a soft controlled tone. Memwell didn't even blink... he didn't look like he was going to even respond... Bruce subconsciously face palmed .. this memwell just wouldn't change... despite the fact he had been a slave.. he still acted domineering at times... behaving like a door that wouldn't open until you push in a key... the right key! ..into the lucks and whined it open. Bruce pulled in and let out a heavy breath simultaneously... he didn't want to think that this memwell was trying to boss him. He came to terms with himself thinking that perhaps... the life of a slave had made him so. Memwell didn't speak except being spoken to... he reports more than he Converses.. Bruce thought that he was still getting used to the life of a free man and in no time would if only he puts in more effort.

"tell me already mem" came Bruce's next complaint.. and just like he'd pushed the right button...

"it's prince luscious... I'm worried about him.."came memwell's reply. Upon saying those words.. his eyes dimmed in a type of pain that he looked down at the table holding just a few delicacies more than enough to satisfy five stomachs. Bruce paused for a while observing the man that just spoke. Although memwell spoke a few words.. he could read the man like a book.. fear and pain were cloaking him like an apparel. There was some darkness hovering around his heart area and Bruce feared for him.

"stop this madness mem! this is an abomination. It was the prince's miscalculation that brought you here... but your life is in your hands.. if you love yourself... you have to let go... I'm sure you don't want to meet an ill fate. You've already been favoured. If I were you... I'd leave the prince's side already and move into the town"

Memwell sighed... he couldn't deny the fact that he didn't already know that this would be Bruce's response to him. But what could he do if he takes that advice. He wouldn't play the game of ignorance... ones he took that step there was no turning back.. what fate waits for him out there?

"stop thinking about this memwell.. I'd go with you ones you agree. I'd be by your side to teach you what it is to be a free man" Bruce was saying... he leaned forward.. stretching his one hand across the not so thin table... at least the length of his hand and cupped memwell's balled fist that sat on the table still.

"memwell... I wouldn't say it's not going to be hard... difficult!... but you wouldn't know until you try. You're already so lucky. There's an adventure waiting for you out there..."

"and where exactly would we go?"came memwell's retort... like an intruder in Bruce's 'oh so motivational speech' "the world is such a small place Bruce... we have bugland and Mariposa. I can't come to think that I'd escape from the feelings that already had builded up in me for the prince .. my body keeps reverberating like electric and I don't know what to do about it"

"if you don't forget him mem. The prince would be forced to kill you himself. He's already regretting so much and if he sees that you are going to make things harder for him to win the princess over... your life would be claimed in not less than a spilt second"