Once upon a time, in the far away land of Provo, there lived
a lovely little princess named Erica. Princess Erica had pretty blue eyes that
some days sparkled gray and that shined curiously whenever the hint of a
thunderstorm tickled the skies. Spring was always her favorite season: rain
showers made the smell of damp earth mix with the blossom’s perfume, green
grass and wildflowers poked their heads up in the mist unusual places, and,
best of all, the scampering and twittering of life began peeping through
windows recently unsealed. One could breathe more royally in the spring, and
when the princess looked down out her window toward the streets, she could spot
more and more smiles everyday as the sun warmed the faces, and the hearts of
each passer-by. This particular spring, as it just so happened, would prove to
be the very best spring yet.
Masked Bandits Take All headlined the newspaper’s front
page. Princess Erica sighed;
perhaps she should stop requesting the daily top stories to be brought to her:
everything seemed so dreary. No gold, no jobs, more war, less peace. Every week
the paper announced the Kingdom’s gold count to have dropped another half a
percent, stolen by this bandit or that thief. There might be something more
cheerful if she ever read the past the headlines, but that took more effort
than she was willing to put in. At least she knew the important things, like
King Obama’s coronation a few months previous. A knock at the door interrupted Princess Erica’s
contemplations. Her servant person, Mr. Facebook, opened the door a crack and
shoved his face through.
"A note, your highness, from an old friend, I believe." With a wink he handed her the folded parchment, and disappeared.
"Dear Princess
Erica," she began reading aloud, to no one but herself. "It was a pleasure to
have happened into you yesterday. I do apologize however, that I did not
inquire after our dear friend, Lady Battsetseg! Also, I was curious as to
whether you would allow me to call on you some evening; my mistake was in not
asking you this yesterday. I am anxiously awaiting your response, and praying
that it is in the affirmative. Your friend, Prince Joshua."
"A note, your highness, from an old friend, I believe." With a wink he handed her the folded parchment, and disappeared.
They didn't really meet on facebook, but boy were they glad it brought them back together. |
For the second time that evening, the princess sighed. And,
as all sighs do, it released a few very full paragraphs of inexpressible
thoughts and feelings. Fortunately, though, this sigh carried happier
meditations than the previous. A smile pricked at the corners of Princess
Erica’s mouth as she reached for her favorite writing quill and a piece of
clean parchment, blotted a bit of escaping ink, and commenced her response.
* * *
Handsome Prince |
"Hi Prince Joshua!" Princess Erica called out to him as, flanked by two attendants, she nimbly climbed down from a porch that didn’t seem to have been there a minute ago.
They fell in love snowshoeing to the falls |
One night, the pair went on a walk through a part of town that they hadn’t seen for awhile. A cool rain was falling gently as they walked, hand in hand, towards an old estate that had once been occupied by the mayor but had long since fallen into disuse. Quite sure that they were alone, Prince Joshua stopped walking, turned and looked at Princess Erica. He was at a loss for words, but they really didn’t need any. They kissed; then he whispered: "I think I picked a bad time to fall in love." As if confirming what Prince Joshua had just said, a ghoulish voice with a single glowering eye approached them, ordering them to leave its lair at once. The two fled back to Princess Erica’s castle. After they had kissed goodnight, Prince Joshua was too happy to be concerned about what would become of them when he left in a few days on his long journey to a faraway land.
That summer was full of adventure, learning, new friends, and a great deal of missing each other. Months passed with long letters dancing across oceans and continents.
Arabic study in Jordan |
Archaeology in Colorado |
* * *
Finally, Prince Joshua returned and found more excuses to spend time with Princess Erica. One night, after a grand time at the opera, Prince Joshua took his love to a spot by the river Provo where they could dance. After a few songs, he couldn’t take the suspense any longer (and neither could she), so he knelt and asked her to marry him. She said yes.
And while neither of the two are perfect, they are perfect for each other.
5 comments:
yes!!! looks so great! :)
i love it! especially the last line. nice and catchy.
I love this :) What a sweet story. It needs to be illustrated and put in a children's book. I'd read it to Olivia.
that's a good idea, Katie. I will make Charles a book someday. I'll have to add him in it, though!
I know you haven't heard from me in a while, but I just wanted to add my two cents in.
I also loved this. Makes me want to write something like this for our story.
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