For ever and ever bound in love
Once upon a time, in a far, far away country, there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. Both lived happily, but felt that something was missing. On a beautiful summers day, where our story begins, they met. When they looked in each other’s eyes, they fell in love. From that moment on they were inseparable. Everywhere she went, he went and the other way around. They felt their heart was whole, they didn’t ask for anything anymore as long as they were together. Everyone could see how happy they were together. The happiness of the pair was only interrupted by his family, who didn’t like the princess very much. At first, he didn’t take notice, but after a while he couldn’t ignore the things they said. Frightened of the torn of this father, the prince broke off his relationship with the princess.
The princess felt like she was dead on the inside. She missed her prince so much; she couldn’t eat, sleep or drink. She was crying all day. After a month of mourning she started to eat and drink again, it took her two months before she slept trough the night. She understood he would never return and she tried to move on.
The prince seemed to have moved on, a long time before the princess could even sleep. The first time the prince and princess met in society, after their separation, he had another princess at his side. The princess pretended she didn’t care and pretended she had the best time of her life. She felt sore and she wished she hadn’t seen him, because she loved him so much.
Months passed by and the princess started to live again. The prince, however, realised how much he missed her and how much he loved her. He thought of many way of getting her back. He even talked to his father and persuaded him to throw a ball and to invite every princess in the country. His father, the king, agreed with his son, without knowing the real reason for this sudden desire for a ball, and in a fortnight one thrown. The ball was beyond our mortal imagination.
The princess had received an invitation to the ball and was glad to hear it was a masked ball. She still loved her prince and hoped she could see a glimpse of him. All her friends and her family told her she shouldn’t go, they were frightened she’d come home, broken.
The princess didn’t listen to her relatives and went. Her gown was made of golden silk and her face was hidden beyond a beautiful golden veil. As she approached the castle in her white carriage, the prince was getting ready for the ball. He wore a black suit, with a golden crown in his hair; his mask was made of black substance that isn’t known to mankind.
The prince searched for the princess in the crowd, but whenever he thought he found her, he was wrong. The princes, however, had seen him and she saw that he spoke to almost every young woman in the room. Her heart broke every time he spoke to one of the pretty princesses and she felt the desire to leave.
As she turned, the prince looked up and saw his beloved princess. He ran after her, calling out to her and, finally, made her stopped walking.
She had walked in to the garden. The sound of the music had dimmed to a background.
The handsome prince walked towards her and the beautiful princess felt her knees shake.
‘I love you, I’ve been a fool and I hope you can forgive me. I don’t ever want to be parted from you ever again.’ Spoke the prince.
‘I love you too. Yes, you’ve been a fool, but so have I, I didn’t fight for you. I forgive you and I don’t ever want to be parted from you ever again.’ Replied the princess.
Happily ever after, you may think. This, however, isn’t the end of the tale. Soon after their reconciling, they made plans to wed one another. His family didn’t approve and the prince was taken away from his princess, again.
The prince was forced to marry someone else and the princess died on the spot; she died of a broken heart.
To those who intent to break their lovers heart, think twice and remember the princess who died of a broken heart.
Monday, March 23, 2009
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I like this, Marit! Very creative piece of writing!
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Paola
Thank you Paola. Like always :p I don't agree with you. But I don't think I'll ever be satisfied with my work, ha ha.
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