Jan. 7, 2008
"The Prince"
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She sat on a chair by the window looking dreamily beyond the horizon. Her father the King, had told her since she was but a little girl that one day her Prince would come riding over that horizon on a white horse, and that he would be everything she could ever have dreamed of, and he would come when she was ready for love...but not just any love, this was going to be true love. And so everyday she would sit by her window and patiently wait his coming. After a while she got tired of waiting everyday, and never seeing anything but a bird or two flying by. And day by day her focus on the horizon became less and less. There was a boy in the town below that noticed how the princess would stare out the window, and everyday the boy would go under the window and wait until he could get her attention. For many days he got no response, but he noticed also that everyday her attention became more broadened. Until one day she looked away from the horizon entirely and noticed him sitting under her window. The princess and the pauper boy developed a relationship, and before long they were in love. Daily her father, the King, would remind her to wait, but his voice became less and less noticable to her. One evening the pauper boy came to the princess' window and asked her to marry him. She said yes, and that same evening they eloped. 1 year later the princess was sweeping the front porch of her humble one bedroom house, with her husband yelling in the background...He was drunk...again. She felt the baby kick inside her abdomen, and wiped her forehead of the dirt. She looked up to the castle just ahead. Oh how she missed the pleasures, and love that was there. She missed her father's hug, his smile, and how he always made her feel valuable. But she could never have that again. She had made the decision not to wait for her prince, and now she would never have him. She had settled for something less than the best. And now, she was pregnant, and married to a drunk. She looked up again, and just then she saw a handsome man galloping to the castle on a white steed...Her prince. By: Heather Wyble  |
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