Be Our Guest! ((Belle))
The looming oak trees expanded as far as the eye could see. The sailor prince and his trust sheepdog were surrounded by nothing but Mother Nature’s creation. Eric inhaled the fresh air and sighed with delight of the tranquility. He needed this. Some time to himself. To be away from the bothersome noble, reading the vapid pacts and treaties from neighboring countries. His solitude was pure bliss. Although there was a deep twinge of longing for his family to be by his side. However he was called to duty by the French royals. He knew he couldn’t stay outdoors for too long for there were people expecting his presence at the castle.
“Let’s go Max!” Eric shouted in the silence. His eyes scanned the vast forest but he did not see a patch of white and gray fur. “Max! C’mere boy!” he called loudly. Blue birds flapped above him while tweeting an angelic melody. He wasted no time in bolting through the woods knowing that Max was hidden somewhere behind the shadows.
Eric bent down as he tried to catch his breath. He placed his hands on his knees as he continued to take strenuous breaths. “I’m gettin’ too old for this.” he muttered softly with aggravation in his voice. He suddenly heard vigorous barks from afar. He immediately straightened from his hunched position and gazed forward. Lo and behold, there was the gleeful sheepdog yipping by the palace gates. Eric blinked several times and shook his head. He strode over to Max and ruffled his fur. “Glad you’re okay old mutt.” Eric smiled through his comment thankful that Max was unharmed. Max barked a joyous s reply to have his devoted master back. “Hm.” Eric mummbled as he peered through the iron gates to the colossal castle. “This seems like the place since there’s no other castle around, but it looks deserted.” he commented to himself. Max whined as his nose poked Eric’s thigh. “Don’t worry boy.” Eric soothed as he glided a hand through the fluffy fur. “Hello? Is there anyone here!”