Back at the castle, the huntsmen are meeting with the prince’s informer once again.
“Alright, men. Did you really do it?” Arne asks.
“For sure this time!” the first huntsman announces.
“Shhhh, keep your voice low,” Arne shushes, “We wouldn’t want for the prince to hear...”
Nervously, Informer Arne Faucheux glances around to make sure the prince isn’t eavesdropping.
“We staked her to a tree. She was completely unguarded so surely nobody would have noticed,” the second huntsman reports.
“Good, good... So I better not hear that she is still alive...” Arne says, wringing his hands.
“...Maybe we should check with the witch just to be sure...” the third huntsman says after a pause, “We can’t be too sure this is the last of her.”
“But it has to be. According to the books, a wooden stake to the heart is death for a vampire,” the first huntsman argues.
“Well, she also somehow survived the cross necklace,” the third huntsman points out.
“I agree that checking with the witch is the best idea,” Arne says.
There is a rustling noise, suddenly, which startles the men.
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“What was that?!” the second huntsman asks.
“Go check it out,” Arne commands.
Shaking in fear, the second huntsman peers around the corner only to find a cat sitting on the steps with a piece of paper.
“Awww... It’s a cat!” the second huntsman announces.
“Really? What is a cat doing in the castle? I don’t recall the royal family owing any cats,” Arne says.
“He has a piece of parchment,” the second huntsman says.
“Uhhh...” Arne says, checking his pockets quickly, “I think you need to grab that back...”
“Okay. Here, kitty...” the second huntsman says, bending over to take the parchment from the cat.
With a hiss, the cat, who is Flowwsink Treebudge, takes off with the letter in his mouth.
“He’s taking off!” the second huntsman announces.
“CHASE HIM! WE CANNOT LET THE PRINCE SEE THAT LETTER!” Arne yells.
The other huntsmen join in the chase, all grabbing at Flowwsink Treebudge. They clonk heads a few seconds into the chase and fall down, giving Flowwsink some time to escape.
“YOU IDIOTS! FOR HUNTSMEN, YOU SURE ARE INCOMPETENT!” Arne screeches.
Flowwsink Treebudge runs all the way to the prince’s bedroom while the huntsmen are still getting up off of the floor.
“Your majesty, a letter for you,” Flowwsink says after dropping the letter in front of the door.
Looking back and forwards, Flowwsink Treebudge takes off running again. Prince Kennith Sheershider opens his door, expecting to see a person, but sees no one. He notices the piece of parchment on the floor and stoops to pick it up. He takes it to his room and shuts the door.
“A letter, huh? I’ll bet it’s from my father! He must finally be coming home!” Kennith says with a chuckle, “Funny that my informer said nothing about receiving a letter.”
Kennith Sheershider unrolls the parchment and looks it over. Then, he takes a seat on his bed, all the light draining from his eyes.
“...no... This cannot be... There has to have been a mistake...” Kennith says, trembling as he reads the letter.
Tears begin to fall from Kennith Sheershider’s eyes, and he eventually tosses the letter down.
“NO! THIS ISN’T FAIR!” Kennith wails, “DAD, PLEASE! DON’T BE DEAD!”
Kennith Sheershider sobs loudly, drawing the attention of all the servants in the castle aside from the informer and his huntsmen.
“Your majesty...is everything...” one servant begins.
“NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!” Kennith wails, “ALL OF YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Stunned, the servants back off, giving the prince some space. Kennith Sheershider covers his head with his pillow, still sobbing very heavily.