The Prince Who Stole Music

CHAPTER THREE

K.C., with her signature pink streak in her hair, was sitting at her small desk when she heard someone outside yell the answer to her riddle, she jumped out of her chair and strode to the door. It swung open, revealing Prince’s face, still burning from his frustrated attempts to solve the riddle, glaring at her. “Um hello, how can I he-” “I’ve heard you’re a very good robot builder. Am I correct?” Prince interrupted K.C., sporting a smug look. Another rude and arrogant person demanding my services ... Rolling her eyes, K.C. nodded and gestured for him to come in. “So…. you solved my puzzle.” The prince thought back and chuckled. “It was too easy,” He bragged, “But such an inconvenience for a smart person like me. You should take it away.” K.C. answered with an indifferent hum as she reseated herself in her chair. “Now,” Prince started, “I am planning to defeat music once and for all. I need you to create robots that can do that with a snap of my fingers.” K.C. momentarily froze and her eyes widened a little at the thought.