the princes arrive Guard 1: Greetings, your highnesses. Abel: Wow! Amazing! Guard 2: Her majesty is pleased that you all accepted her invitation. Isaac: mutters My mother wouldn’t let me refuse… Napoleon: Cheer up Isaac! Guard 3: I’ll escort your highnesses to the princess. Mozart: Alright. Arthur: I heard the princess is lovely. Leonardo: yawns I’m tired. Guard 3 opens the door to the garden and they see you playing Vincent: smiles Hi. you look up