Phillip let out a rolling rich laugh that was as enchanting as it was cold. His piercing silver eyes shot straight into the other prince. "Letting your playthings cause a bit of trouble is nothing big, [i]Charming[/i]," his voice wrapped around the other like a giant white serpent would around its prey, "You lack courage and cunning, little Prince. To be a king you need to throw away fear and know when to choose your battles." He drew Elle to his side, putting an elegant hand on her head and tilting his head onto hers. "You know how much I like to play war with you," he grinned, "So lets put you to the test, eh? Do your best, [i]Charming[/i]. I look forward to it." He direct his attention to Elle then. "Cindy, be a dear and help the young Prince with his gardening? It's shameful to see another royal elbow deep in mud and bugs." He kissed her forehead, making her wince and he waved and turned on his head straight for the mermaid's home.

Elle watched him walk away and shuddered. She looked back at Charles and frowned slightly. "...I really hate that man," she mumbled, staring down at the garden and rolling up her sleeves.

Phillip knocked on the Mermaid's door, standing politely and graceful just a bit from the door itself.