Breagadoir went to the performance park. He wasn't there to heckle the singer. He wasn't there to taunt the two gents he had turned into toads.
Instead, he was gathering some information. Someone had been following
his heir, and Breagadoir needed answers.
And apparently, a new friend.
"Hello there," greeted the prince, "I do fancy redheads. How do you feel about clown make-up?"
"I'm sorry, what?" asked Rachel.
"Nothing," he said as he left.
"Yes, here it is," Emelie said into the speakerphone as she checked the browser history. Breagadoir smiled as she read him the information.
The prince made his way to the spot of a secret rendezvous.
Meantime, at the Love Day Festival, "So, one day I'll be needing a spouse," said the heir, "and since
I'm a prince, that would make my bride a princess."
"Just tell me one thing," she replied, with a smile.
"Yes, my dear?"
She leaned forward and asked, "What's my name?"
"It's...that is...umm...it has vowels in it..."
Breagadoir smiled silently. He had turned the tables. The shadowy figure was now being shadowed.
And look who arrives through the LLAMA. This confirms his suspicions...in part, at least.
Breagadoir watches as the shadowy figure casually slips Annalove the packet as he walks past. Photos, Breagadoir surmises from the size and shape of the package.
The elven prince waits
until they are both gone.
Then he has his own secret rendezvous.