Trouble Makers

Immediately after breakfast. Out in a sunny, but extremely cold environment was Noelle and Westley's figure.

They were both walking side-by-side eachother amidst a quite noisy and crowdy street, with everyone minding their own business.

"Westley, where are we heading to?" Noelle asked again. Simply because she had asked already earlier, but Westley just told her to follow him and stop asking unnecessary questions. Which she wasn't quite satisfied with.

Staring sideways at Westley as she noticed that he wasn't still succumbing to her questions, "At least don't I have the right to know where we are going to, uh?"

Noelle stopped walking. Deciding to not walk any further until Westley answered her questions.

"Fine I'll tell you. I was going to tell you before anyways. But first keep your eyes on the road. This unskilled carriage riders are always reckless this days. I can't afford any accident happening to you," Westley eventually gave in. Still keeping focus on the road incase any lousy carriage rider or horseman rode recklessly towards him unexpectedly.

"Okay," Noelle obeyed.

"Good. As I've already said earlier Noelle. I have a friend who can help with what you've asked for. Although I can't really say he is my friend, let's just say he is my buddy. But at least he would be kind enough to help us."

"Oh… okay. I'll look forward to that," Noelle nodded slowly.

"But remember Noelle, as I've said earlier also. Don't keep your hopes too high. I can't be really certain that he would really be of any help with the job yet. But I sure do know that he has some connections in King Axel's castle."

Noelle nodded again, "I heard you the first time you said it yesterday. And I'll also keep that in mind too today. So don't keep reminding me about it!" Noelle stated, trying to sound as polite as she could possibly be.

Since she was the one who needed the favor and not the other way around.

"Now enough talks, and let's go you cunning little brat!" Westley ordered. Pulling Noelle's hand unexpectedly, he dragged the beautiful mermaid petite frame alongside himself.

Which Noelle didn't really seem too pleased with, "Let go of me, Westley! I can walk on my own! You don't have to pull me like that!" Noelle instructed as calmly as possible since they were still under the scrutinization of the public, and she didn't want to draw unneeded attention to them.

"Alright! Keep up then. You're too slow. Even the little snail at our farm could walk faster than you do," Westley teased. As he let go of Noelle's frail wrist.

Noelle hastily glance at the pearl bracelet James had given to her as offering. She adjusted it properly on her wrist, since this trouble maker best friend of hers had pulled it along with her wrist viciously.

Noelle didn't know what she would've done if Westley's pull on her wrist along with the bracelet had unintentionally cut apart the bracelet.

"You idiot! You're too rough!" Noelle snapped at Westley who had already left her behind and crossed over to the other side of the road promptly.

Noelle hissed aggravatedly.

She then sighed, and almost immediately, she darted her petite frame with agility nearer towards Westley's figure.

Reaching Westley side. She stopped running. "Are we almost there?"

"Yes. Look over there. It's that building with a gate over beside that small stall," Westley pointed his fingers towards the building he was referring to, and Noelle could also now see the building.

"Oh… it's just remaining about a two minutes walk," Noelle realized. "Then what're we waiting for," Hastening her short legs, and although not running she promptly walked past Westley.

Noticing this, "Hey slowpoke. Don't you dare leave me behind. You don't even know the place we're going to. So slowdown, would you?!"

Ignoring Westley, Noelle continued forward.

The two trouble maker eventually got to the front of the building as they both stood in front of it upon entering in through the gigantic gate.

"Woah! It's unexpectedly so luxurious. Is this truly the house of the friend whom you're talking about?" Noelle mused doubtfully.

"Yes it is."

"Plus, don't call him my friend." Westley cautioned a reminder.

"Okay fine, fine. Your buddy…" Noelle corrected sarcastically and defensively.

"Besides Noelle, what were you simply expecting when you said you wanted to find a job in the castle? That I would take you to a poor person? Is that what you think? And how would a poor person be able to help you or have any connections with the royal family?"

"My apologies for misunderstanding your words," Noelle apologized, which didn't seemed genuinely made in Westley's perspective. "By the way Westley. how did you manage to come across someone as wealthy as this?"

"It's a long story, Noelle. We met at a gambling house not too faraway from here also," Westley admitted, as though he didn't like being reminded of it. Holding a disgusted look on his fine face as he said it. "However to cut the long story short for you, Noelle. I stole from him. And he got me arrested and boom that's how we became friends… I meant to say that's how we became buddies," he corrected.

Noelle could only shook her head disappointedly at Westley's bad behavior.

"You Gamble too?" Noelle asked in a bewildered manner.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, "Yes. But that was before. I don't gamble anymore. So I haven't seen him lately," Westley defended himself, not wanting to lose the rest of the self-respect Noelle had for him.

"Oh… okay. Anyways that's such a weird way to meet, if you ask me. Westley I really hope that you would seriously stop stealing soon some day too."

"I hope so too. Now enough staring at the house, and let's go in already. And Make sure you follow me closely," he hurried.

"Sure," Noelle agreed, as anticipation erupted the air.

The both of them went towards the luxurious house's entrance, with Noelle staring around curiously at the fresh garden, causing her to walk slowly, and also causing Westley to become slightly furious with her.

"You cunning little brat! I said keep up with me, didn't I?" Westley whispered under his breaths. Trying his best not to shout, as they were no longer on the streets, but rather in someone else's space.

"Sorry! I'm coming," Noelle apologized, and rapidly caught up with Westley. "Look Westley there is a man in front of the entrance door."

"Relax, I know him, and be rest assured he knows me too. He's just the Guard. So don't worry he would let us in. I hope…"

"You hope?!" Noelle whispered back confusedly, having a second thought about Westley knowing them. "Do you even know this people!"

"Shsh! Enough talks already!"

Truly, at the entrance door there was a sturdy looking fierce man. He was wearing an armor. Probably one of the Guards as said earlier by Westley.

Upon reaching the entrance, Westley forced a smile, "Good morning Nathaniel my friend!" Westley said nervously.

"Don't call me your friend!" Nathaniel who was the Guard at the entrance snapped. With a sharp frown on his face.

Leaning closely towards Westley, "What's with him? Did you steal from him too?" Noelle whispered to him.

"No I didn't. He just naturally hates me," Westley replied also in whispers. Although the Guard knew they were whispering something to eachother, still he couldn't hear them properly.

"Wow! You have a lot of enemies for a twenty one years old man," Noelle whispered again.

"Shut up, Noelle!" Westley whispered in annoyance. Eventually glancing towards Nathaniel whose gaze was now upon Noelle, the absolutely beautiful young lady before him. Pushing his lucks further was Westley, "Come on Nathaniel my friend, I didn't even do anything to hurt you. Why are you being so mean to—"

Interrupting Westley with his gaze still on Noelle's beautiful body, was Nathaniel, "Say no more Westley. Any enemy of my Lord is an enemy of mine also. And Just go straight to the point, what do you want here?"

Staring even more penetratingly at Noelle who quietly stood there. A sinister smile curved on Nathaniel's lips, which made the poor girl feel even more uneasy.

"Westley, Or are you here to give this beautiful lady to Lord Abraham? If so then the lady can come in and you can stay outside," Nathaniel uttered.

"Yes I am. I want to give this beautiful young lady to Lord Abraham for having kindly forgiven me when I stole from him back then," Although that wasn't originally Westley's plan, but then, grasping the opportunity, he agreed. "But on one condition Nathaniel. I must come in with her too."

"No, not a chance! I can't afford you stealing from My Lord again this time."

Noelle didn't even know what to say. She just stood there in awe of what was happening. Watching how Westley was fairing with Nathaniel.

"Fine then. Noelle let's go away from here," turning towards Noelle, Westley clutched the girl's hands and Noelle didn't object, probably assuming that Westley knew what he was doing. As they both began walking away from the building.

"You do know what you're doing, right?" Noelle muttered to Westley as they went away.

Westley nodded and whispered back, "Don't worry Noelle. You're the bait for now. I know what I'm doing. He would surely call us back. They won't be able to resist your beauty."

"I hope so too," Noelle said nervously.

And the next moment, "Wait!" Nathaniel called, causing both Noelle and Westley to jubililate in happiness inwardly.

"See I told you!" Westley boasted to Noelle with a mumble. As they turned back towards Nathaniel hastily as though they had been waiting for the call all along. But poor Nathaniel didn't seem to noticed at all.

"Fine! The both of you may come in! I wouldn't want my boss to miss out on this beautiful young lady you've got there. But you better not cause any trouble," Nathaniel claimed, stepping away from the door as he firmly opened it for them.

"Of course we won't," Westley said proudly. As the both of them walk towards the widely opened door.

"Enjoy the fun. And remember, if Lord Abraham doesn't want her. You can always bring her to me, I'll definitely want her. And don't worry I'll pay her a decent price for the service," Nathaniel said licking his lips maliciously, as he pointed towards Noelle, causing Noelle to hide apprehensively, and slightly beside Westley's figure as she gripped his arm, feeling wary and disgusted.

Frowning penetratingly at Nathaniel was Westley. "That would never happen!" he stated. Which Nathaniel didn't quite understand, but replied anyway;

"You're right. Lord Abraham would surely want her. She's irresistible," This was the last thing Nathaniel said, before Westley irritatedly slammed the door to his dirty face. Besides how dare he say such a thing.