It all began when my hazel colored eyes met his brilliant ocean blues. Shakespeare was not kidding when he said “the eyes are the window to the soul.” One long look into them and you were a goner. As all fairytales started off, we were only acquaintances. And unlike a Disney princess, I did not get married the next day. At that time, I belonged to a mighty warrior who was getting ready to lead the kingdom’s army. We were madly in love, but sadly darkness came to our kingdom; we were never to speak nor see each other again. So I packed my things and left, believing my heart could never be repaired. That is until I met the crowned prince.
We became more than acquaintances by the spring. As the flowers bloomed, so did our friendship. I quickly grew fond of his gift of speaking. He was used to giving speeches throughout his kingdom. He often challenged me to use my gift as well. When I finally decided to accept his challenge, all he did was gaze into my eyes without saying a single word. I realized right then, I had fallen for the prince.
It was not his physique, clothing apparel, or even his captivating voice that took my heart; it was his faith that captured my soul. From the start he always exclaimed he is a prince of a mighty King. With his faith, he showed love and kindness to all of the people. When he faced a trial, he took breaks to talk to the King. I never saw a man so in love with his father. Alas, I could only love the prince in secret. He is happy and complete with his kingdom. I could never bear the thought of ruining that. My love for the King is as powerful as the crowned prince; but a broken soul could never be mixed with a vibrant one.
Being the crowned princess did allow me to not back away from my true feelings. I began sending him letters eventually asking him if he would like to accompany me at my habitual ball. He was more than delighted! During the ball, when all you could see in the darkened room were the candles flickering, I caught his true love for our kingdom. I wanted to get to know the prince more before time ran out. You see he was becoming of age, which grant him more responsibilities and less time for us.
So I decided to write to him, confessing everything including my love. But when the carriage arrived to take me to him, I ripped the letter into pieces. The friendship of the prince is worth more than his denied love. Having him always near my heart and not out of my life was my desire. Shortly after his ball, we became so busy that we rarely spoke to each other. To this day I still write to him and he answers when he can. If only he knew that I hope to capture his heart like he did mine.
