She giggled as she adjusted herself on the bed and grabbed the pillows. “Let me make the ‘castle’ then and you can come in to ‘rescue’ me like you’ve just fought some great battle to get through but instead of taking me away and with everything safe we just ‘snuggle’ here?” she suggested, putting the pillow up to hide half of her face and cover up her excited smile.
Plus it would give him that time to set up candles as she grabbed as many pillows as she could and set them on top of each other in a way where they wouldn’t fall.
He couldn’t help chuckling a little as well. “As you wish!” he bowed with a sweep of his cape, and headed away to get the candles.
Soon Jack had brought back an armful of them, and it wasn’t long before the bedroom was bathed in a soft golden glow. With the curtains drawn, the whole effect was very romantic; the two of them could almost believe they really were in a medieval castle.
As she had worked on the ‘castle’, Katelynn admired the glow of the room and how he had set it up, all those pictures of rooms surrounded by twinkly lights nearly coming true before her. Granted it was candles instead but it didn’t make it any less romantic. With Christmas coming she could extend the romance in the bedroom by buying plenty of lights to decorate the room with.
Smiling, she got into position and called out a soft “Help..someone help me! I’ve been taken prisoner inside this castle by the evil army. Is anyone brave enough to fight them off and come rescue me or am I doomed to live out the rest of my life trapped here…?”
She tried her best to make it sound authentic and lonely rather than cheesy as she waited for Jack to make his grand entrance.
Jack did his best not to laugh. Really, she had a very good voice for the part – if he hadn’t seen that she was hiding in a pile of pillows, he could have believed she really was in trouble.
“Fear not, dear lady! Help is on the way!” With that, he made his way across the bedroom with dramatic leaps and twirls, making his cape flow as he went. If the costume had come with a sword, he would have drawn it, but for the sake of Jack’s pacifist nature (and for the sake of not knocking anything over), it was probably for the best he didn’t have one.
He reached her bedside, and crept into the pillow fort as best he could without disturbing it. “Princess, are you hurt? Don’t worry, you’re safe now. Th-the evil army has been vanquished."
Jack Maple 