The Party

They found a home indeed, as it was furnished with lots of things.

Three rooms were available, which was perfectly suitable.

Caville would sleep in the first room, and Xavier and Vienne would sleep in the second.

And the princes would sleep together, and Asiris would take the couch.

But it was not yet time for bed, for only the afternoon had just come.

"So, when do you think we'll meet the king?" Micah asked, looking out the window.

Peter, who was eating cereal instead, said, "Maybe tomorrow, tops." Then, Asiris came down with the same white uniform he had worn since the journey.

"At the gala, we will be guided to the king, in which we can ask him."

The boys heard and took it into consideration, but something was about to take it over.

There was a big line of black, as if it was dark clouds hovering over the ground.

"Are there any binoculars?" Micah asked, as Peter tossed him one.

He zoomed in, and saw what he never intended to see. "Ikes?!"

Immediately, Asiris snatched the binoculars and looked into it.

"Oh no," he cried frantically. "We need to talk to the king now!"

"But, we can't," Micah said. "We can only tell him at the gala. Plus, they might camp outside the walls."

Asiris nodded in agreement, but still persisted to look.

"Tell the rest about this, and I'll tell the general."

Following his word, they rushed upstairs, explaining the horrifying news to them.

And they did also, jump startled about the proclamation.

They rushed downstairs, seeing Asiris on the phone.

"Hello, General Visch," Asiris greeted as calmly as he could.

The inaudible was almost hearable, as Asiris shouted on the phone.

"The Ikes are coming to your kingdom, you need to prepare now!?" he shouted.

In the phone, the general believed it was possibly a hallucination, hanging up on a frustrated Asiris.

He looked to the left, seeing the surprised faces of Caville, Xavier, Vienne, Peter and Micah.

"Uh, what happened?" Vienne asked. "Did they accept?"

"No, no even close!" Asiris complained, going straight into his aggravated mood.

"Wow."

"Yes, the general believed we were just hallucinating from the excitement of seeing the king!"

Asiris started worrying, walking around with his hands on his hips.

Sympathetically, Caville walked over to him, consoling him in his certain vexedness.

"It's okay, we can warn him in the gala right away—we'll be able to stop them."

Asiris nodded.

"For now, let's prepare to talk to the king at the gala."

The night came, as they got prepared in their best outfits for the gala.

"Well, how do I look," Asiris asked Peter, who wasn't the best when it came to formal fashion.

"You look fine to me," Peter said nervously with a big smile.

Asiris didn't get the memo, but he accepted anyway. As he turned around, his heart began melting in surprise.

Caville came down, with a dress that finally dispersed at the bottom, she sparkled at the top with a figure that suited her curved body best. "Hello," Asiris said in a lower octave than before. Caville was greatly confused at the sudden change in his mellow voice. "Um, Asiris—are you sure you're okay?" she asked, freeing him from his soaked-in emotion.

"Yes, of course I am," Asiris said, clearing his voice. "Anyways, where is Jack; he should be here by now."

Coincidentally, they heard an engine pull up the house. "Well, there he is," Xavier said, adjusting his suit. They walked out of the door, seeing in fact—two cars with Jack getting out of the first car.

"You guys get ready fast, I thought you guys would want to be fashionably late," he said.

"Clearly not," Asiris responded, moving fast towards the car.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down," he insisted. "Let me open the car for our guests."

He opened the door, leading the way for them to come in. When they did, he closed the door, and turned on the car to drive to their destination.

They were in the high hills of the city, very close to the palace.

It was about ten minutes before they got there, although it felt a lot longer.

The gate once again opened, except more cars were there—and it wasn't flocked with a bunch of soldiers with machine guns, there were guests with a bunch of suits and many women with dresses that reached past their feet.

"It's like we're in a different place," Vienne said, amazed.

"I liked it better with the soldiers with the intimidating guns," Xavier said, with a confident scoff. They parked by a door which was occupied by a line of suited men and fashion-worn women.

"Okay, this is the place," Jack said. He pressed a button that was on the wheel, releasing the doors to open automatically.

"Show off," Asiris teased, getting out of the car after Micah.

They all eventually escorted themselves out of the vehicle, with their first intention to the door.

"If you can follow me," Jack said, leading the team towards the door. They came in—with a mouthful of blaring jazz music—which actually made Asiris's ears ring.

Jack led them cutting through the crowd, as they were automatically allowed into the gala.

Now, they were at the party. "Now, listen," Jack ordered, looking around for any nosy listeners. "To enter into the king's office, you need to go to the end of the hall, to the right from there. Then, these guards will see if you scheduled a meeting, and because you did—you'll be in the king's hall. Understood?"

"Yes," the group said in unison, which wasn't intentional.

"Okay, and if you have any problems, call me—okay?" he said.

He walked away into the crowd, slowly disappearing from their sight.

"Okay, let's go," Asiris said.