Feliciana's pendant glowed again, and she turned to her normal self. Her white highlights disappeared, and her dress turned back to its normal, green color. She felt someone's hands on hers. Then she saw the prince. Unharmed. What the heck?!

Feliciana was very, very confused. But that didn't last long. Her confused mind was distracted by the prince's hand on hers. She blushed, her cheeks turning cherry red. She let out an embara.ssed smile, and looked over her shoulder at Bentley. She immediately tensed up.

"Um, Sir Bentley," she said, trying not to stutter. "Please don't get mad at Prince Sawyer." She knew that she was going to get it for saying that. She might even get slapped. 

Alyssa growled. She did not like this girl, not one bit. Her growling was almost animalistic; fierce, low. In fact, she hated this moment right here and right now. Somehow this...peasant girl...formed clouds. And went through some sort of transformation. It was so weird...and different...and Alyssa didn't like that. 

When the prince touched her, touched that...that freak, or whatever this girl was, Alyssa's scowls stopped altogether, replaced by a look of shock. And also a very hurt look. She couldn't believe he would touch another girl as gently he did...actually, she did believe he would. Sawyer wouldn't understand how that feels. Or what anything feels. And that only made her more upset. 

"Bentley.  I'm sorry."  The prince's amber eyes widened, and he let free a yawn.  "I'm tired.  Can we go back to the palace?  And can Alyssa spend the night?  And maybe even my new friend?"  He stood rocking on his heels, his glare free of emotion.

((Can't think of anything D;)) 

((No worries. xD))

Bentley paused and watched Alyssa for a moment. He noticed the look on her face, and heard her growl. And, for once, Bentley felt the same exact way that he did. He didn't like Alyssa, and he didn't like this new girl either.  

"Uhmm... What?" Bentley's voice peirced the silence. He looked at Sawyer like he was insane! "Prince?" He said, more concerned than he usually was. "Are... Are you okay?" He asked, looking at him, for any sight of blood or bruises. "Did you hit your head?"