The Observer

Milligan watched his daughter closely. Millie had been acting distracted all afternoon, since she had taken the flour to the Acomb's home. She sat in front of the fire, staring at her notebook as if wondering what to draw.

"Are you all right, Millie?" he asked.

She glanced up. "Fine, papa. Why do you ask?"

"You just seem distracted." Milligan bit his lip.

She smiled and shook her head, causing her golden hair to shimmer. "No, papa. I'm just trying to remember a face I saw today."

"Oh." Milligan said, then added, "Who's face?"

Millie bit back the truth. "Just a boy's. I don't know what he's called."

Milligan nodded. "Alright. I'm going out."

Millie watched as he grabbed his cloak, and headed out the door. The hem of the cloak flashed in the firelight, as always. She wished she knew why it did that, flashed like it had been woven from gold, but never repeated the gleam when inspected. It was just a beige cloak, the same color as the wheat her father milled.

Millie waited until her father had shut the door firmly behind him. Then she picked up her charcoal, and began to draw the prince's face.

Every detail took shape, the square line of his jaw, the sweep of his black hair. She drew the crown sitting lopsidedly on his head, and his smile.

There was one thing she couldn't replicate. She couldn't draw his emerald green eyes. She couldn't capture their playful gleam unless she saw them again.

Caleb sat in his tower on the other side of the kingdom's capitol. He stared out the window as one of his tutor's droned on.

"Your highness," the tutor said, "Are you listening?"

"Of course I am." Caleb said, although he really wasn't. "Please, continue."

The tutor frowned, but began again. "The most remarkable property of gold..."

Caleb smiled. Her hair was gold, he thought. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about a girl he'd most likely never see again, but he was enchanted by her shimmering hair, and her clear blue eyes.

She'd seemed down to earth. He liked girls like that.

"Your highness?" the tutor asked.


"How to tell the difference between iron pyrite and real gold?"

Caleb sighed. "I don't know. Can I take a break?"

The tutor shook his head, then nodded. "Of course, your highness." He collected his books and walked out.

Caleb smiled. What had she said her name was? Millie. Millie, the beautiful commoner girl he'd never have a chance with.

He sighed. His emerald green eyes grew sad.

He didn't know it yet, but another pair of eyes was watching him, smiling.

The owner of those eyes had very sinister intentions, indeed.

The End

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