"Finally! I thought I'd wait for hours!" Orion grinned at Cirque, who was still looking at the plain silver ring that hung on his necklace before safely tugging it away under his shirt. "You waited? How'd you know I'd come?" "Easy. You always come when there's trouble in your realm." Orion jumped from the small stone wall and handed him a newspaper.

• Is Cirque not the gentleman we know and and love?! The truth get's revealed by one of his closest friends! Read more on page 4!" •

Cirque grimaced while reading yet another similar headline to the hundreds his agent had sent him. "I thought our newspapers where forbidden here?" "I have my ways. And I'm going to change that once I'm the prince." Cirque chuckled while his younger friend smiled proudly. He constantly makes these remarks. "Once I'm prince I'm going to change this and that and everything.", He though to himself. "You are not prince yet." His friend's smile slowly faded "But I'm engaged." "Engaged? To-.." "Landia." Orion turned around and looked somewhere off far to the distance. "I don't know myself how my mother managed it." "Did you-?" "Officially I'm going to meet her at dinner the night before the wedding. Like it's tradition." Orion turned back to his friend, smiling again, it just didn't seem quite sincere. "But I have my ways. I've seen her twice." Cirque dropped the newspaper to the ground, remembering that whatever bothered him was unimportant in this realm. "Go on, tell me. How is she?"

"I suppose she's as beautiful as the gossip says." Cirque knew that most people here couldn't write or read, so gossip was their main way of transporting news. "But first you're going to teach me how to play this." He picked up the newspaper and pointed at an advertisement for a song. "I've read it's number one on the charts so it must be good." Cirque shook his head. Now he was the one smiling: "Fine. But you won't like it."