Prince Philip

Chapter 1 Part 3

When he arrived, I led him to the place where he was supposed to wait for me, because I had to go get something. I came to the hiding place, grabbed the first snowballs I saw and started throwing them at him. He returned my challenge and they started falling on me too. We fought for a while (quite a long time) until one of us got a bullet in the face. It was me. I was surprised by a cold shower of snow on my face. I was a little angry on Richard, but not very much. It's part of the game after all. We stopped playing and rushed to Richard's since it is the closest to him. I didn't want to risk catching a cold in such a beautiful season. He ran ahead of me and deftly swerved until we came to his house. We knocked but no one opened the door. We got in despite that. An old peasant trick, when the residents of a given house put a key under a stone.

This way we could easily unlock without having the keys with us. We entered his house. It was beautifully but modestly furnished there. Pictures of his ancestors, important kings and a family painting hung on the walls. The first room was a common room, or living room. Roughly in the center of the room stood a massive wooden table with his family's coat of arms carved into it. Underneath it was a soft and fluffy red and white carpet.