At that time, in the evening, in the Witch Village.
When Lezlie retired to her tent to rest after a long day, Prince Arthur, the prince of the second kingdom, was slowly making his way to his own tent. The road was calm and quiet, with no one around. The only sound was the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.
As he walked, he saw Lezlie's grandfather approaching him from a little further down the road. The prince didn't say a word until he reached the old man's side. When he got there, he opened his mouth to say good night, but Lezlie's grandfather beat him to it and asked him a question.
"Have you seen my granddaughter?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Prince Arthur. "She has retired to her tent to rest."
"Thank you," said the grandfather. "You were King Mike's son, weren't you?"
"I am," replied the prince. "Prince Arthur, heir to the second kingdom, at your service."
