And so what the little Princess had predicted years and years ago arrived, The King and Queen separated.

And, as predicted, the young Princess wasn’t sad about it. She wasn’t sad no, she felt a bit… Weird… Everything she knew and grew up with was crumbling down. She didn’t really know how to be or how to act because no one had taught her. And let’s face it, being proper according to her Royal Mother didn’t leave much wiggling room when something as trivial as Change could occur.

But what did depress her was the thought that she was being sent to live alone in the Middle of Nowhere with her mother, the Queen, while her father was off to run another Kingdom.

Little did she know that that was nothing. Nothing at all compared to the despair she felt when she found out, not so long after, that her Grandmother G had been sick and had passed away.

This time, the young Princess did not know how to deal with so much pain in her heart. That hurt, that void, how could anything ever make it better?

It dawned on her that the loss of a grandparent is only the natural course of the world and that a lot of people her age were dealing with it probably much better than she was. But Queen G was the only woman in her life she respected and admired. How was she to become a woman and future Queen herself if she had no role model? And even though they spent most time in silence, just the fact that she was present was something, if not everything for the little Princess.

And right there she knew the second mantra she had been brought up with was just another lie as well. If she could feel and understand that amount of pain, that feeling that everything and anything she knew was slipping away, that any sort of human or moral support was gone, that she, in fact was alone in this world, then she clearly wasn’t “too young” to understand anything at all.

And that is when her heart went numb. There was no more hope. No more tenderness. Not even a tiny bit of imagination left in the young Princess’ heart. It was as if she was becoming a shadow and the Wind was scattering her away.

When she let herself think, she thought of her father. Right before the King left, he had taken some time to spend alone with his youngest daughter. And there had been this unique moment when he spoke of his own father and how he passed away when the young King was only seventeen. And right there, for the first time in her life, she heard some emotion in her father’s voice. As tears were trickling down the King’s eyes, the young Princess did the unthinkable. She stood up and went to sit on her father’s lap to give him a hug. Instinctively she thought that no word she could use would ever make the memory of his pain go away, and as much as she wished it so, nothing she could do would bring her Grandfather back. But, maybe, hopefully, and with the help of a simple touch, her father could see that she, she was there, and she loved him that much more. Because what kind of man could grow up to be half of what he was without a father figure at such a young age? A very strong and wise King is what she thought.

The souvenir of this instant undoubtedly gave her courage and strength. If her father could deal with much more loss than she could fathom, than surely she could deal with the changes shaking up her world. But just that thought made her feel even lonelier as her father was so far away now.

 

 

Thankfully, before she was being sent to the Middle of Nowhere, she was invited to spend some time in her father’s new Kingdom. And that is when the Fairy Stepmother showed up in the young Princess’ life for the first time. And the Fairy embraced the young Princess as if she had known her her whole life. And who knows, maybe she had. The young Princess was very unfamiliar with such warmth but she thought she could get used to it very easily. Then she looked upon the King standing next to the Fairy and she thought she had never seen him such a happy and glowing man.

And right there and then she saw it. Love. Sincere, undying, bright and clear Love.

She never really thought much of the word before. It was such a vague idea in her imagination. She even believed she would probably never know Love in her life, or why would she even want to if love was what her parents the King and Queen had when they were together?

But this time it was right there before her eyes, so blatant and obvious. The young Princess’ heart was starting to feel things again.

Unlike anyone else she ever had in her life, the Fairy Stepmother loved to talk. So little by little, as she was warming up to her, the young Princess asked her all her questions. And the more answers she got, the more questions bubbled up inside of her. And with every question answered, pieces of puzzle inside her heart found each other and made sense. The Fairy and the young Princess would spend hours and hours just talking. How wonderful and new all this was to the young one.

At one point the young Princess realized, when they were bonding, especially if the King was there as well, it wasn’t just them in the room, it wasn’t just the people she could see. Queen G and her husband also had their say in the conversations.

And that is when the Fairy taught the young Princess how to see with her heart, how to feel her Grandparents when they where around and ask for their guidance if they were not. So the young Princess felt and asked and the more she tried, the better and stronger she felt their presence. And that was one of her first learnings of this world, she was never really alone if she didn’t want to be.

And if not so long ago the Princess found out she wasn’t too young to understand pain and misery, she now knew she could certainly give Love and Happiness a go.

The End.

 

XoXo – From the Bohemian Castle filled with Incredible Souls with Undying Love.

 

The little Princess didn’t mind one bit being sent to her Grandmother’s Palace (Read why she’s sent there in the first place in Part I here). Not only did she think it was the most beautiful Palace in the whole wide world, but also she would spend all her time reading books and playing with the multitude of stuffed Animals her beloved Grandmother showered her with.

The King’s mother was a worldwide respected Queen and the little Princess looked up to her like no one else in her family. Queen G, as she was called, adored her little granddaughter and was delighted to introduce her to the world of beautiful things, Theater, Opera, Gowns and Shoes and dark Chocolate. Lots and lots of it. And when the little one fell asleep in the pink bedroom that was assigned to her, there she really felt like a full grown Princess.

The ever so poised and classy Queen G wasn’t much of a communicator either though. I guess that ran into every bloodline of this Royal family. But she did give the little Princess a way to quench her knowledge by showing her how to love books. Funnily enough, the child’s favourite books were a series of comics in which a poor lonesome cowboy roams the wild wild west with only his white horse as a companion. And the little Princess wished she could be a cowboy, or girl, and talk to her White Horse. Or maybe the White Horse could talk to her about how to ride into new directions to awaken and discover her own Freedom and Power.

And when she was done reading or re-reading, she played with her huge Snow Leopard. Snow Leopard’s Silence and Alertness reminded her very much of her Granny G.

But, unlike the little Princess’ mother, Queen G always answered the questions she was asked. “Why didn’t you marry again Granny? Is it because you are too old?” The little Princess bit her tongue as she said those last words, was she being Mean again? Unexpectedly, Queen G smiled at her and replied: “No, it’s because I have never found a man I loved as much as I have loved your Grandfather.” The little Princess thought it was beautiful. But sad at the same time because her Grandfather had passed away a long looooong time ago and she thought her Grandmother must be very lonely in her gigantic Castle by herself. She also wondered about her own parents. But she doubted that this King and Queen had that kind of love. In fact, she was quite certain that if they ever separated, she wouldn’t think it odd.

At the end of her stay with her Grandmother, she was permitted to take one and only one stuffed animal with her (I think the grandmother was scared that if the child took all her toys with her, she would have no reason to come back. Little did she know that no toys in the world could compare to whom she really wanted to see, her Grandmother herself). The little Princess chose to take the Duck. Because no one can bring Emotional Comfort and Protection like Duck can.

And the little Princess slept with her stuffed Animal until she came to be sixteen. That is about the time when her father the King found out that his mantra wasn’t true. He found out that “people can change if they want to.” And it seems, he wanted to.

The king had finally understood that he wasn’t happy in his life, in his Royal family or even his Kingdom. And the decision he took changed not only his own life and the Queen’s, but also his youngest Princess’ future, as she was the only one too young to have flown out of the nest yet…

To Be Continued…

Once upon a time, in kingdom far far away, in a land that was forever Summertime, lived a little Princess. That little Princess lived in beautiful Castle, with her mother, the Queen, her father, the King and her sister and her brother, the elder Princess and the only Prince. They were all, by popular standards, beautiful and healthy, and beloved by their respective circles of friends. From the outside, they were the perfect family.

Yet the little Princess couldn’t help but feel uneasy in her family.

She was raised by two principles. One from the Queen: “You are too young to understand” and one by her father the King: “People do not change.”

It is often said that in a family, the youngest child is the most protected of all. But this little Princess, not only did she feel she didn’t need protection from anything, but even if she did, she wouldn’t know where to find it.

The downside of being a Princess was that her father, whom she respected and admired, and yes feared sometimes, was the busiest man alive, nay the Kingdom. So she didn’t get to see him much, let alone talk to him.

And her mother, as Queen, thought it was her duty to enforce laws on her younger child so she would be a proper Princess representing the family, like her elder sister. But since the little Princess was nothing like her proper elder sister, the Queen’s manner of communication was often by shouting at the little one. A method which couldn’t work less on this child.

The little Princess, honestly, did not know what she was doing wrong. It seems that she was always asking the wrong questions like: “Mother, is it possible for two Princes to get married?” that sent the Queen into furies that would’ve made Hades pale in comparison. She never got the answer to that question by the way. And even when she was asking simpler questions, her “Why?” was often answered by a two-syllable word: “Because.”

Little by little, the Princess stopped asking questions.

She did, however, invent a trick to spend some time with her father. When he wasn’t busy overseeing the Kingdom, the King would sometimes go and look at his favourite hobby: horses. He never bought any because the Kingdom supplied him with good and strong steads, but nonetheless he liked to go around stables and take a look at them. So the little Princess feigned an interest in the creatures and started to learn about Horse Power and asked the King to take her with him. She thought it was funny to pretend to ride Harley, or Porsche or Ferrari, but what she really enjoyed was the idea that her father and herself shared something. Even if they weren’t speaking much, it was still something.

Back at the Castle though, the little Princess didn’t understand why every time she spoke she infuriated everybody. So little by little she started to believe that she was simply Mean, maybe she just wasn’t one of the Nice people. And as her father stated “People do not change.”

And since whatever she was going to do and say was going to hurt her mother, however she was going to act was going to win her despise from her brother, jealousy from her sister and incomprehension from her father, she decided that she was going to do whatever she pleased, because in any case she was already labelled as the Wild One.

Problem was, she had no idea of what she wanted to do, or be, or act like. Because no one ever answered her questions or dispensed of their life knowledge, she didn’t know anything about anything. The only thing she was sure of was how to piss people off.

One day, the Royal Family took a trip in the snowy mountains. But the little Princess hated the cold and the mountains, so she did what she did best, threw a massive tantrum. The King and Queen in response decided to take the two elders with them on the trip and sent the little one away at her Grandmother’s Royal Palace instead.

A harsh treatment you might think? A delight for the ‘Wild’ little Princess thirsty for knowledge and freedom…

To Be Continued…