Prince Theodore’s Mother Evangeline always remained true to her word. Shortly it was publicly announced that Prince Theodore wished to have a reader. It was placed upon the billboards around the local towns. The auditions were to be held in the palace at noon the coming Saturday.

A Mother and Daughter sat in a small woodland cottage not so far away, crouched by the gentle flames of their log fire.

“ME!… read to a prince?!” Bonnie mocked.

“Mother! Have you lost your marbles? He wouldn-y be able to understand me!”

“You mustn’t forget to say ‘would not’ . You have a pretty accent. Be proud of your Scottish heritage my dear.” Stated Bonnie’s Mother Maira, attempting to tease the knots from her daughters wild fiery hair.

“You have a decent local education and you’re a fine reader. You would do well, providing you don’t let your hot-headiness show!”

What hot-headiness?!” Bonnie snapped.

“You have just proven ma point lassie!”  Maira chuckled.

“Oh” Bonnie sighed and stared at the wooden floorboards of their pokey cottage.

She continued. “Well let me see this advertisement !” she quickly remembered her manners. “Please!”

It read : A READER IS WANTED FOR PRINCE THEODORE. CLEAR EXPRESSIVE VOICES ONLY. AUDITIONS TO BE HELD ON SATURDAY AT NOON. MEET AT THE CASTLE GATES TO BE ESCORTED TO THE DESTINATION.

“That’s a bit vague!” Bonnie criticised. “Do they want male or female readers? What accent do they desire? How long would the chosen person have to read to him and how often?”

“So many questions love!”  Maira patted her head gently. “Just wear your best dress and go. I’m sure that you shall have your answer.”

“Why does he need a reader anyhow? Is he truly that bone idol?!”

“I know little of him.”

“Is he wee or is he a man?”

“He’s a young man as far as I can gather. Dear will you just go? Wear your Sunday dress and polish your boots. We’ll spruce you up in no time.” She grinned.

Bonnie sighed, not entirely sure what to say.

“I’ll think about it!”

It was true, Bonnie had plenty of reading practice. Reading out many a short tale from her Father’s precious book collection to her younger cousin Andrew. He used to laugh and insist that she did all the character voices. She had a pleasant and expressive reading voice, despite her noticeable accent. Bonnie had yearned for change for a long time. Now at 18 years of age she needed to spread her wings. This would be far from what she had in mind but in a way her desire was going to be granted sooner than she thought.

To be continued….

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