Sunday, January 17, 2010

Once upon a time. Pt.1

Once upon a time, in a far away land, a kingdom prospered. In the largest city, there was a castle in the center. In this castle lived a prince. Prince Jesse was a fair, but firm leader of his people. Since his father, the king, had been overcome by illness, Jesse had the opportunity to practice as leader, and had soon proven he would be a worthy successor to the people's beloved king.

Jesse was happy to lead the kingdom, however, he very much liked to get a feel for his people's thoughts as one of them. So, some days, he would dress as a commoner, and make his way to the city streets to hear the conversations of his townspeople. On one of these particular trips, as the prince snuck from the castle, he saw a beautiful young woman making her way from the kitchens toward the staff housing. He had never seen this young lady before, and was transfixed by her beauty! For a brief moment, he stared at her, and for the slightest moment, their eyes met. The shy young woman turned quickly, blushing, and continued to her home.

After this encounter, the young Prince found his mind wandering to the beautiful young lady all day as he made his way through town. He could not keep focused for his whole trip, and when he made his way back to the castle and after a bit of searching, discovered the young lady had been hired as a scullery maid in the kitchen where her mother cooked. He found the head chef and asked what he knew of her.

"Her name is pixie, Sire" the cook told him, surprised to see the Prince at this late hour. "She was hired yesterday to be trained in the kitchen to work with her mother, now that she has turned 18."

The Prince learned she lived near by in the staff housing, and was glad to hear her mother was well liked in the kitchens, and the two of them were quite similar in personality. He wandered the halls of the castle for a while, and eventually made it to his bed chamber, still lost in thought of this young lady. The name "Pixie," would forever be burned in his memory.

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