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  She cleared her throat and began to sing the first note. Her voice was clear as a winter night. The lark chirped cheerfully with. Lean had the feeling that they know more about Medea, when he listened to her singing, as if she was talking about. Her voice seemed to come from her heart and reflected her fear and doubt again. Something she grieved, so much the little bird also tried to cheer her up by his cheerful twittering. The prince could not turn away from her eyes. Her singing put warm to his heart. When she fell silent, he would have liked to have called for directly a song from her, instead he gave her enthusiastic applause. "Great!" He praised her, whereupon she blushed, but lovingly looked at him.

  "I am pleased, if you liked it, my prince," she purred politely.

  "I have never heard a more beautiful voice," Lean said honestly. "You have your lark really trained well."

  Medea laughed. "You are mistaken! Not I have taught the lark, but you. Your gift is my dearest in life. "

  While she sat across from him with her flushed cheeks, dark hair, the sparkling eyes and the warm smile, Lean felt a sudden affection for them like never before. Medea seemed not only to be a talented beauty, but also to have a good heart. He remembered how Heera had confided to him that her sister had always been in love with him. The whole kingdom would love it. However, although Lean She estimated she had him still strange, like most of the elect.

  "Medea, would you do me a favor?" He asked urgently.

  "Whatever you wish," came the prompt reply.

  "Please stop to addressing me so formally! Otherwise I have a feeling to find myself in a negotiation and not a date. Please call me by my name. "

  She nodded hastily and then whispered: ". Lean" He liked the way she said his name. In her voice sounded melodic and made him think of liquid chocolate.

  "Would you tell me where we're going?" She asked timidly.

  "It's a surprise!" He grinned back. "But I'm sure you'll love it."

  The carriage turned into this moment right in the next village from. It was jerky because of the cobblestones on the ground and people were curious stand to catch a glimpse into the interior. Lean then waved and called on Medea, do the same. She went on this completely. Her joy was of pure nature. Lean she could already see in front of him, with a crown on her beautiful hair. She sat straight and had the head always slightly raised, which gave her an elegance without being snooty.

  Their journey ended in front of a big, round building. Medea looked in amazement from the window. "The theater!" She exclaimed enthusiastically.

  "Have you ever been in the theater?"

  "Never! But I've always dreamed of. "

  Lean pushed open the door and handed her his hand. "Come on, I want you to meet the actors!"

  It made her happy to see him, how much Medea was pleased with his proposal. Unlike Erina and Daphne he seemed to have met this time with his idea on the head. When they entered the theater, there were about a dozen people on stage. While half of them were busy with the stage design, the other half rehearsing a scene. There were only men, as was customary. But one of them was wearing a dress, the queen would be even with its splendor become envious. Ironically, she discovered this it first and threw himself theatrically his arm on my forehead.

  "The Prince is giving us the honor and I have not cooked anything," he hooted, whereupon he drew Lean a grin.

  "Shame on you something, my dear," he replied, kissing the man who wore a blond longhair wig, playing the hand. Medea chuckled at his side. The other theater employees were curious detail.

  "Prince, what have you brought us here for a feast for the eyes?" Asked a tall man with broad shoulders, but friendly face.

  Lean pointed to Medea, who did a polite curtsy before the men. "That, my friends, is the gifted equally as beautiful Medea! She has the voice of a nightingale! "

  "Then let's hear your little voice, dear nightingale," the man asked, laughing in the women's clothes. Medea looked questioningly at Lean and when he nodded in agreement, they could be helping two of the men on the stage. Her eyes sparkled as she looked to the many rows of seats. She turned happily in circles before she began to sing. This time much happier and freer than even before in the carriage. Lean could see how much they enjoyed it, to be on stage. It was as if he would see her in her element. While Erina had become ever smaller in society of nobles, Medea flourished among the actors on formally. The men began spontaneously to dance to their song, during a joyful playing the piano. Lean could not remember ever having seen a better performance is. He laughed of his lungs, as Malo, the female lead of the theater s, began to dance with Medea. She showed no fear, but let himself whirling him around the stage. Lean could not stop longer and climbed also to the other up. It replaced Malo and danced themselves with Medea. Here among the actors he felt comfortable. Ever since he could remember, he had loved the visits to the theater. He knew every actor by name and treated them like old friends, what they were for him.

  After her little singing performance, the actors dressed for Medea and Lean two large armchairs on stage, on which the two of them sat in two thrones could watch them during rehearsals. For lunch there was roast chicken with beer from the nearby tavern. Lean was amused and pleased him every time he saw how easy Medea laughed at his side. She pulled the chicken off the bones like a real lady. The taste of beer on Leans tongue but he had to think of Heera.

  "Can your sister really drink as much beer as she claims?" He asked Medea, without a second thought. But as soon as his words were spoken, the girl clenched at his side. "Heera has an especially big mouth," she said pointedly.

  It was hard to hear that Medea was not good to talk to her older sister. Also Heera had already complained in Lean and given him the culprit. He nudged Medea grinning. "If I could wish for a big brother, he would like Heera. You know that she would always protect you, right? "

  Medea looked at him curiously before she smiled yielding. "Yes, I know. But Heera is my sister, not my brother. If it were my brother, I would have no problems with it. "

  "Why do you have problems with it?"

  Lean found it enjoyable, not only with Heera, but also with Medea to talk openly.

  Medea hesitated with her answer and screened e carefully his face. "I did not apply for you to be able to return home heartbroken need. Each girl close to you, is competition for me, even my own sister. "

  He was surprised and at the same time impressed by her honesty. He would have said at this moment to her that she need not to worry , but that would have been a lie - even if she seems to be number one this one moment. She seemed to have everything he wanted for his bride. She was pretty, intelligent, talented, and she understood this fun. If he must choose today, she would have been his chosen. But there were still weeks ahead. Six other girls were still in the race and four princesses waiting to fight him. It was too early for a decision, so he just smiled at Medea. "You impressed me, Medea."

  She blushed, without lowering his eyes. For a few seconds they looked at each other and anything else around them seemed to blur. But then Malo brought her back into the action when his Stein fell over directly into Medea's direction and her blue dress soaked. She screamed and scared the actor fell in front of her on his knees. "Dearest Medea, do not worry! I have wonderful clothes, you look for one of them out. "Medea disappeared with him backstage.

  The day was already coming to the evening and Lean took on the royal visitors' gallery, while the first spectators flocked to the theater. The red curtain was drawn and Medea was still not back. More surprised was lean, as she opened the show and in one of Malos clothes came on the scene. Some of the spectators they saw and shouted enthusiastically her name, but Medea's eyes were on Lean. The people also looked up at him and applauded enthusiastically. He beckoned all smile.

  "I want Prince Lean for the best day of my life thank" s Medea says in a loud and strong voice. "That's why I sing today only for him."

  Malo handed her the cage with the lark and accompanied by the piano she began to
sing. Lean closed his eyes, listening to her voice and forgot everything around him. He'd dreamed of her and this wonderful day.

  When they returned in the dark to the castle, Lean regretted for the first time that the day did not have more hours. He had enjoyed with Medea. They stopped in front of the stairs that separated their ways.

  "Thank you for this beautiful day," Lean said affectionately, stroking naturally on Medea's cheek.

  "I have to thank you!" She said, holding his hand tightly. They looked at each other straight in the eye and Lean felt deep inside a craving like never before. He wanted to be close to her - they kiss. That was the first time in his life that he really was hard to move away from a girl. It hurt almost physically to withdraw from it and to see the disappointed look in her eyes. He bowed to her and kissed her hand in farewell. "Sleep well!"

  Medea's step was elated when she walked down the hallway back to her room. She could still sing all night, dancing and Lean can look into the eyes. The day in the theater was the most wonderful have been in their lives and would be topped by a wedding. But even if not, they would indeed break it, but at least you would be remembered as a warm fire inside her. She had expected that they would have to give up their love for music when she married the Prince, because it is not sent for a queen, like a circus woman travel about, but maybe she could love Lean, having to leave behind without something else for it. Maybe she could even help the arts to a greater role in society. As queen she could ensure that new theater built and the old ones were repaired. You could allow girls and women as an actor, although Malo had played its role as gracious Helena outstanding. he had offered her, the prince should be so foolish and opt for another, so she might like to marry him. Just the thought of it, she began to giggle again.

  For the first time since she was in the castle, they really believed that they could do it. She liked Lean that he had not only said, but she had seen it in his eyes and felt in her heart.

  When she saw standing casually in the hallway the other girls, she lifted her head a little higher. If the others think what they wanted, they'd let anyone spoil of their friends.

  The curious Daphne went to meet her first. "You look as if you had a nice day!" She said. Medea smiled triumphantly and confirmed it: ". The most beautiful day of my life"

  "Inasmuch as ye have done it?" Xenia asked excited and linked arms with her as if they were friends. They might have even that may be, but that was before the others had begun to distrust her. Medea pulled away gently but firmly from her. "We were in the theater. I opened the show and sang for Lean. "

  "It does not send to the prince to mention his name without titles," she corrected Agnes snooty.

  "He asked me," contradicted her Medea with cheeky grin.

  "Have you kissed him?" asked Daphne, because that was basically the only thing they really interested.

  It had given more than a moment, almost expected in Medea that Lean would kiss her. They had seen each other often deep into her eyes, had this to forget everything around him and had become very silent. Last on the stairs in front of the castle, before their paths had separated. But Lean was too well bred to kiss on the mouth after the first meeting. Instead, he leaned forward and breathed her a kiss on the hand. She had felt like a princess.

  "He kissed me," Medea replied with a blissful smile. It was not even a lie. What could she help it if the others got it wrong? The jealous looks on their faces was their satisfaction for the past few days, in which they ignored and had treated like a traitor. "Excuse me now, please, I would like to go to bed and dream of my prince," Medea said grandly, and stepped past the other to her door. She pulled them on, slipped into the room and closed the door behind her in a hurry. She leaned with her eyes closed and her heart pounding against the cool wood. From outside she heard faint murmur of voices. She heard a faint murmuring from outside, but it does not hurt more, but filled her with pride.

  "I knew you'd wrap him around little finger," suddenly a voice said that it was better known than their own. Startled beat Medea's eyes. Heera sat on her bed and looked toward her through the dark rooms.

  "What are you doing here?", Medea gave and put the cage with the lark on the table.

  "I was waiting for you," Heera said with a caring smile that made it difficult for Medea to be longer angry with her. Nevertheless, they remained suspicious. "What is it? You too want to know if we kissed? "

  "I'm sure you have that. It would be an utter fool to resist you can ", grinned and pulled Heera Medea gently by the hand to the bed. She stroked her silky hair out of her face and grabbed the brush from her nightstand. Tenderly, she began to brush her hair. Medea relaxed immediately. Somehow they had changed roles. Normally she had been there always, the Heera combed her hair in front of the fire.

  "It was beautiful," she murmured. "We were out all day in the theater. Lean loves the spectacle as much as I do. "

  "I'm happy for you," Heera said, sounding at this completely sincere, so Medea felt guilty. Perhaps had Lean right and Heera wanted, just as they had already asserted all the time really only their best. She turned to Heera. It was hard to recognize her older sister in her. She was accustomed to see Heera with matted hair and her father's clothes in front of him, but now she looked into the beautiful face of a strong, young woman. Her hair was not as smooth and silky as her, but by a warm brown and gentle waves that gave it its hard countenance something soft gentle. Even in the simple dress she made a good impression. Heera himself always said that she could compete neither in beauty nor in talent with the other chosen ones, but Medea knew she was wrong. You could even see in her sister what Lean must have seen from their first meeting at. She was strong and tough, but she could not completely hide the girl in itself.

  "I'm sorry," whispered Medea. It was only when she spoke it, she could feel how much they had charged the dispute. Tears of guilt welled up in her eyes and she closed her arms around the waist of Heera and pressed against it.

  "I was wrong to mean to you," she sobbed, while the soft silk of Heera’s dress absorbed her tears. Although she could not see Heera, she felt her smile while she patted her on the back.

  "It's all right, I forgive you," said Heera conciliatory. "You're my little sister and I cannot you be angry long. But please trust me in the future! "

  "I will," promised Medea and pulled away. Heera handed her a handkerchief. "Can I ask you something?"

  "Of course," muttered Medea, while she blew her nose.

  "But you must not be angry. I want to know, to make sure. "

  "What do you want to know?"

  "Has Lean said anything about me?"

  Although they had just tolerated until Medea was surprised by her question. It had hurt that Lean had spoken at their common day of Heera. "Why do you want to know? Is it not you care? "

  "How could he be indifferent to me if he is my brother again?", Replied with a cheeky grin Heera. "I want to know it in order to show you that my behavior has not taken a bad influence on you. I bet he did not mention me with a word, am I right? "

  Medea could hear the uncertainty in her sister's voice. It had been only a couple of sentences that she had changed with Lean on Heera. But in these few words he had full recognition and affection talked about it. However, not necessarily what you would talk about his bride. In fact, he even said that he would be happy to have her as an older brother. It was basically insignificant.

  "You're right. He did not mention you in one word, "whispered Medea and felt this already gnawing her guilty per se. Why she lied again? If it was not important, then why could not tell the truth it?

  Heera nodded. "You see, I'm no threat to you! Let's not argue. Soon I'll be back in our beloved parents, so let's enjoy the rest of the time. "

  Medea nodded and was afraid for the first time before it to be in the palace without her sister. Who would you then still remain, with whom she could talk? Who would not you trust?

  Heera kissed her on the forehead. "Good night, dear little
sister. Sleep well and sweet dreams of your prince. "

  "Good night," said Medea, looking at how Heera left the room. Almost from the moment the door closed, the lark chirped accusingly: "Beautiful Medea, why did you lie?"

  Medea felt caught and blushed instantly. She shrugged her shoulders unhappy. "Oh, dear lark, my sister is more beautiful with each passing day. Lean has already recognized her good heart, because it will not be long and he will also notice her beauty. "

  "Medea, you're the fairest in the kingdom, but your heart gets heavier with each passing day. The Prince has seen your beauty, but one day he will also notice your grudges. Want to lose him why? "

  Medea was not used that the little bird such harsh words for them found and began to sob. "Dearest lark, now turnest yourself you against me?"

  "Do not cry, my beautiful one. I'll never leave your side, but realize my words. The Prince is just you choose, if your heart is not as pure as your appearance. You are standing in your own way! "

  Medea took off her dress and lay down in their underwear under the soft blanket on the bed. She put on her legs and buried her face in the pillow. It had been a beautiful day and she alone had destroyed him with her lie. The fear of losing Lean to another was so great that they themselves no longer recognized. Previously she had never lied, and certainly not against her older sister. She had Heera blind trusts, more than Elena or her parents. In the dark of night, she realized that it was not her sister, who distrusted but himself. Not only Heera had changed, but she. Would that be the reason in the end why they actually lost the prince?

  The lark sang comforting for them to Medea eyes closed and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

  As Heera next morning entered the breakfast room, this was unusually empty.

  Xenia and Erina sat at one end of the table, while Agnes was sitting in the middle and Medea at the other end. Phoebe and Daphne were missing, which could only mean one thing. Lean had convened to examine before sunrise.

  No way too long,