There is no way you are spending more time then you need to with Prince Harold.
"I'm truly sorry father but I must practice my flute," you say. Father looks like he doesn't believe you, but he says, "All right come find us when your done." You curtsy again and leave.
"Although I'm afraid I'll have to practice until Prince Harold leaves." You mutter as you leave. Now what are you going to do?
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