Transcendence. A word the Princess was unfamiliar with, but that the King unveiled to her in more ways than one.
If you hold in your mind a picture, a feeling of something you have never experienced yet or at least not fully, but you are sure it should be, or feel a certain exquisite way. Well when you finally experience it and the picture and feelings are a thousand times duplicated, a scale you never even begun to imagine existed, another dimension. Then that is what transcendence is.
(Read the previous story of the Princess is the Frog here)
And that is precisely what our Frog-Princess learnt with the King.
How odd.
She wasn’t sure if it was because of her, of the fact she had not turned into a Frog, meaning that her hard work on herself was finally paying off, or the fact that this man had incredible powers, or maybe the fact that there was an ideal harmony between their two personalities, or perhaps all of the above. Whichever the reason, what she felt was no dream, and no miracle. It was simply lovely and good.
Now the second time she felt that squeeze and yank in the middle of her ribcage was when, upon one of their many following discussions and during dinner-time, she had made a quick suggestion about one of their potential futures. That if he was undecided about his role and responsibilities and where they would take him, he could always come find peace and a quiet time in her very own Kingdom.
The King had then leaned back into his chair, distancing himself from her, and told her she was treading on dangerous grounds. The Princess was at lost. She had been warm and affectionate, believing that he, somehow needed to be reassured.
Indeed, since they had first kissed, and the walls of decorum fell down, he had more than once voiced how unhappy he was they did not live in closer Castles, and other concerns of trifling nature.
Far from her mind was the idea that in trying to reassure him, she brought out his dark side, his Fearing of attachment.
She thought this was unfair. How was he allowed to voice his inclination towards her, to show with his eyes and his touch of how much he cared, but she was not?
She felt like a ball of fire growing in her ribcage, the frog inside of her about to burst at the seems.
She replayed the whole scene in her head, the time he had first looked upon her and the first time he had called on her, during these moments, the sentiments that poured from his eyes had scared her immensely.
That look was still there, she did not doubt it. And yet his words had turned so cold.
She too could turn into a Frog. It would only be a fair fight.
But a fight both of them would lose she thought.
And so. She chose not to.
She swallowed the ball of fire burning her throat, and remained charming, light-hearted like, laughing away his fears. She would rather concentrate on what his eyes were telling her, then the cold words coming from his lips.
Another strange feeling. That she was witnessing the change and fear in somebody else rather than herself. To tell the truth, it made it easier for the Princess to focus on the King’s headaches than her own. Because in forgetting her own dilemmas, she was also burying her past issues, and thus her froggish nature.
She decided not to push for more information on the King’s troubled side and just be her charming, fluttering self. Minus a slight dizziness she was fiercely trying to ignore. They spent a few more hours together and parted with a lovely kiss, and no promises.
