TITLE: The Other Prince
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Prince Bob skidded around the corner with Friederick's gang in hot pursuit. His belly jiggled. His side ached. His lungs burned. But stopping meant a head-dunk in another chamber pot. Two more halls and he'd be at the library. Safe.
"There he is! Get him!"
With a yank, Bob sent a suit of armor clanging across the floor. Bob's father would be mad, but this was self-preservation. He glanced over his shoulder as he rounded the next corner. One of the gang tripped, but the others leapt over the mess.
"You're dead!" Friederick yelled.
Head down, Bob pushed harder and plowed right into someone. It felt like he'd hit a wall.
"Whoa, there!" Hands reached out to steady Bob before he fell.
"I've got you now, you little . . ." Friederick turned the corner and stopped short. He turned pale just as his gang smashed into him. Shoving his friends off, Friederick extracted himself from the pile of bodies. "P--Prince Charming."
Bob had never been so glad to see his brother.
"Friederick." Charming folded his arms. Bob copied him.
"I--I didn't know you were back." Friederick glanced from Bob to Charming. He and his friends edged backwards.
"We arrived this morning." Charming strode forward and Friederick's gang scrambled to get away.
"Oh, that's . . . great," Friederick simpered. "We were just on our way t--to cavalry drills, so we'd better go."
Bob hurried to keep pace with Charming who didn't slow down.