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King James and Queen Diane smiled at all of the people entering the castle, waving politely and smiling as their son greeted all of the young ladies personally. Over by the entrance, Chris and another man were calling out the names of everyone who entered.

"Presenting Lady Guendaline and her daughter, Lady Katherine of Shanova," said the other man loudly.

Chris grinned at the next people to come, reading their card and yelling
loudly, "Yo, yo, yo! Listen up! May I present the very *fine* Lady Tracy and her old lady, Lady Margaret of Troy."

King James sighed as he watched Lady Margaret slap Chris and walk away in a huff. Lance was red in the face laughing, and Queen Diane hid a giggle behind her hand. King James sighed and turned to the nearest guard.

"Will you please get that idiot away from the door?" he whispered. "Just, bring him here!"

The guard nodded, bowed to the king, and jogged off to get Chris. After a few minutes, Chris appeared sheepishly in front of the king. He bowed and winked at Lance, who was grinning.

"Sorry your majesty," he said. "Just trying to spice things up a little bit."

King James glared at Chris and waved him off. Chris bowed and scurried to Lance's side. He stood back and watched as each young lady walked up to Lance, bowed to him, he bowed to her, he kissed her hand, and sent her away. He shook his head and went to stand by Lance's side.

"Eh, this one's not bad looking," he whispered to Lance. "Kinda large around the backside but..."

Lance grinned. "Shhh! They might hear you." He kissed the woman's hand and she walked away.

Chris coughed as the next one started walking up the pathway. "Dog," he coughed, "bow-wow."

Lance bit his tongue to keep from laughing, kissed her hand, and let her go. Chris kept up his commentary until one lady caught his eye.

"Ooh, damn!" he hissed. "She's fine as hell!"

Lance rolled his eyes, and kissed her hand, but before she could walk away, Chris pushed Lance aside.

"Hello," he said, bowing and kissing her hand. "The name's Chris Kirkpatrick. The jolly jester of Jokeland! The witty wooer of Wackyworld! The fabulously fantastic funny man of ... of ... someplace." He grinned when she giggled and batted her eyelashes. "And what, pray tell, is your name?"

"Danielle," she said, "of Fumanland."

Lance rolled his eyes as he watched Chris flirt with Danielle. 'Well, at
least he's found someone,' he thought with a sigh.

~*~
Justin bit his lip nervously as he stood in line for the entrance to the Bass Castle, wondering why he was there.

'What if it's not the same Lance? What if I walked four miles in *Nick's* good clothes for nothing? What if Lou sees me here and gets really pissed? What if...'

"Card, please," the man at the door said.

Justin handed him his card, letting the man read over the lie he finally
decided on.

"Presenting Sir Justin Randall of Timberland," yelled the man, handing the card back to Justin and moving on.

Justin sighed with relief, wondering where Prince Lance was.

~*~
Lance's head snapped up when he heard that last announcement. Immediately, Chris was by his side.

"Did you hear that?" he asked. "Is it the same Justin? Is it? Is it? Is it?"

Lance ignored Chris, standing up on his throne to look towards the door. His eyes roamed around until he landed on a man standing alone. His breath caught in his throat and he smiled. His Justin, now Justin Randall of Timberland, was absolutely beautiful. He was wearing a blue, silk shirt that opened in the middle, showing off his perfectly sculpted chest. He also wore black slacks that fit just right, shiny black shoes, and his golden curls were combed to perfection.

Chris saw the hazy 'I'm in love' look appear on Lance's face and he grinned, tugging on Lance's pants. "Is it him?" he whispered.

Lance nodded with a sigh. He hopped down from the throne, grabbing Chris by the arms.

"You have to go get him for me! *Please* Chris!"

Chris saw the anxious look on the young prince's face and he smiled. "Okay, okay," he said, prying Lance's hands off of his arms. "What does he look like?"

"Golden curls, blue eyes, silky blue shirt, black pants, black shoes, a
little freckle above his left eye..." Lance babbled.

Chris rolled his eyes and grinned. "Geez Lance, do you remember how his breathe smelled, too?"

"Like apples," Lance sighed dreamily, making Chris laugh.

"Okay, okay, keep your pants on," he said. "I'll go get your boy toy."

Lance glared at him but grinned. "Thanks Chris! You're the best!" he said.

"Yeah, and don't you forget it!" he said, waving at Danielle and going to fetch the boy whole stole the young prince's heart.