The frog prince

“Seriously, I hate you.”
Kyo continued smiling as he worked at the chain that held them together, “I still say that you’re just saying that.”
“As soon as my arms are free...”
“Mine will be free before yours and don’t forget that I made a deal with you.”
“Most underhanded manipulative deal ever in the history of the earth.”
“You sure are a nice person.”
“Oh shut up and just untie me.”
“Yes, your highness.”
“Couldn’t you say that in a less sarcastic tone.”
Kyo used his now free arm to pull her closer, breathing on the back of her neck he whispered, “Of course your highness.”
She cringed and pulled away, “Ugh that’s even worse.”
“Now none of that, you’ll almost make me regret making that deal.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
They heard noises outside the door. Kyo laughed, “Oh come on, they’re not going to ruin the fun now that it’s just started.”
“I will have you banished and exiled.”
“You’d best check your royal dictionary again."
"Oh shut up."
Kyo placed the rope between his teeth and bit it in half.
"That is beyond wrong."
He picked her up over his shoulder and put his hands on the wall. After bouncing once or twice he followed with his feet.

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"your highness, princess, where are you?"
Basileia waited till the maid passed by her hiding spot to move to the next one. This had always been easy for her. It was something of pride to her to be the smartest woman in the castle, and the most beautiful. Basileia was the youngest of the King's seven daughters and by far the most attractive. She was very careful as she walked across the floor to keep her golden slipers from making any sound as they met the floor. Keeping hidden from two more maids and one butler, she was soon laughing aloud from the garden.
"I've got past them all."
"Runaway, runaway, clever as you are, nothing in the world can catch a falling star, hurry off, hurry off, if your not away soon, you'll find that there is nothing that gets past the moon."
Basileia whorled in horror at the strange song, it see a court minstrel leaning against a wall by a stream that snuck from under it and continued though the garden.
"Who are you? And what are you doing in my garden?"
"Your garden miss? are you going to tell me this does not belong to the sun? She told me herself that she keeps her most beautiful flowers here."
She stood up straighter, flattered by the complement but unwilling to have an intruder there unchallenged, "she may look in but everything in here is mine, from the stones to the flowers."
"Really?" the minstrel finaly raised their head, " even me?"
The princess couldn't help recoiling slightly from the unnatural appearence the person held. Features undecided whether