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Life's a fairytaleThe Princess is the Frog

10. The Princess is the Frog. A new beginning part III.

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There’s comes a time in some Princess’s life when words are not enough.

“If you can explain why you’re in love, then you have a problem” said the frog Princess’ Father.

(Read the previous story of the Princess is the Frog here)

She looked at the man who was about to marry the love of his life, and, with total and utter astoundment, started to cry. She could not stop the tears from flowing, and her voice from laughing, and her smile to extend beyond her ears. A cry of pure happiness that seemed communicative as her Fairy Step-mother followed in her footsteps.

It was the happiest day of our Frog Princess’ life, she did not know two people who deserved happiness as much as these two did. A love so pure and flaws that seemed to fit so perfectly with one another. Two pieces of a puzzle, different each, but not complete without the other.

It was such a glorious day that the little rain on the Horse Kingdom did not erase a single smile. Especially not the Frog Princess’. Because on top of being a witness to this extraordinary event, she had gained two exceptional brothers and a loud and caring family.

In the back of her mind though, was the other King.

He had sent her throngs and throngs of letters, some to which she replied, but now, she was in all honesty, quite a bit exasperated. He wanted to be here, to observe this uncanny event, she knew this, he knew this, but he was not ready to admit this to himself, she thought.

She was surprised because she had never asked him to come, but he had mentioned it more than once during their previous meetings. So when she officially gave him an invitation, thinking this was what he was waiting for, he took half a second to answer and tentatively tried the word: “no”. She thought he was just shy and might have regretted his answer so, she asked again. And got the same hesitant answer. It seemed to her that once again, the eyes and the words of the King were not in accordance. And the Princess did not understand such miscommunication between the two. After all, they shared the same human. But oh well, this time, she did not want to care.

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But of course she did. Care.

Perhaps he may have understood that for he travelled to the Horse Kingdom to pay his respect to her parents but a few days later. The Princess’ Father and her Fairy Stepmother were delighted to welcome this King again, after all, they had known him before the Princess had and they doted on him still. During luncheon, the King asked for details of the ceremony. Everybody spoke of their lovely experience of the day until he turned to the Princess and asked her what speech she had made.

She remembered the speech well. Because it was the second time in her life she had seen her father shed a tear. She had not a clue the words she had said were to have such an impact on her father and step-mother. See, it was mainly improvised, she had wanted to be spontaneous and feel things deeply instead of writing them down in advance. Just as she writes, she did not know what the next sentence was going to be. But here is approximately what she said unto the crowd and now to the King:

“I am often asked how and why it is that I enjoy the company of my step-mother. I know it is not of custom, but here is what I answer the ones who care enough to ask: I grew up, just like most people my age, with tellings of love stories that have endings. Most stories we tell young people even today hardly involve sentiments and feelings and cares for one another at all! And so I grew up thinking my stories would inevitably have endings, and that was just the way life was. There the Princess paused and looked at her Fairy step-mother with a slight smile: some people like endings more than others…, she added. But then one day, just as my brother described it right before me, I met this Fairy, and seeing my father standing next to her, together, it seemed so… Obvious. So clear, so inevitable that these two should be anything but apart.

And well, since then, I believe. In… Love.”

As she was repeating this to the King, her eyes had drifted down, looking at the ground, half shy. She barely dared to glance back at him when she was done, perhaps slightly scared of what she would see in his eyes at this time, or worse what her interpretation of what that look might be.

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On the Horse Kingdom’s grounds there was a clearing. In ancient times that clearing had been used by druids for their gatherings. It was an enchanted place where the Princess and the King had taken a stroll together once when they had first met.

They resolved in walking back there one more time. As soon as they were out of sight, the King fiercely kissed and embraced the Princess. She giggled and blushed, feeling like she was but a teenager again. And once they reached the enchanted clearing, they remained entwined, talking, sharing, forgetting about time.

To the Princess, it felt as if Time did stop there for a second.

She was certain it had been so when the King voiced his cares for her for the first time. But he said it with such seriousness, such solemnity, she could only but kiss him in return to turn those clasped lips into a smile.

I do not know how it is possible that time seems, at the same time, so still and yet so short. The sun was quickly setting, and the Princess was sad because it meant the King was to leave soon. But an un-ordinary night this proved to be as shooting stars strayed the summer darkness. The Princess looked up, and saw many a one briefly illuminating this enchanting sky. “Make a wish! Make a wish!” said the Fairy-step mother. The Princess took a deep breath, and tried to listen to her heart’s desires.

But….

Strangely….

Nothing came.

She tried to rummage through it. But still, there was nothing to be found. And so, eventually, she gave up. Realizing that, maybe, there was not a thing in the world that could make her life better in this moment.

And so she never made a wish.

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To be continued…

Life's a fairytaleThe Princess is the Frog

8. The Princess is the Frog. A new beginning. Part I

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The fist grew tighter and tighter inside her chest, it had been days, nay weeks, that she had been living with this suffocating feeling inside her ribcage, sometimes making her feel dizzy to the point of making her want to sit down again, and sometimes making her feel like her insides wanted to come out of her body.

(Read the previous story of the Princess is the Frog here)

Let us go back in time and re-assess this heart-clenching, gut-punching feeling.

Our very own Frog Princess had first felt something close to this feeling when the time came for her to meet with the King again.

She was on her way to celebrate a most amazing and long awaited event: the marriage of her Father to her Fairy step-mother. Not only was this the most exciting thing she could fathom, but also adding to the excitement, the path made it easy, almost mandatory, for her to go through the younger King’s Kingdom.

Now at that time, the excitement in her stomach could be described as a bit of fear yes, but highly overthrown by a swarm of Butterflies.

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The King had asked to see the Princess and she had readily agreed after making him ask two or three times.

But when the time came and she was all pampered and ready to be met with, she received a note. Saying he was late.

That is when she first felt that semblance of annoyance in her stomach. She was unimpressed and was determined to remain as such throughout the whole evening. He, on the other hand, had to be impressed by her, by how carefree she was, by how grudge-less against his tardiness, by his late responses, that she was only charm and joy and lightness of being.

To be sure she was all that. And although not even his hand dared to brush against hers, the King’s glistening eyes proved enchanted in more ways than one.

Maybe this was the way to fend off her frogish nature, she thought. Maybe all she needed to do was to bury her negative feelings deep down and never speak of them. Ever.

And so the evening went on, charming, charmed, buttefly-like in every way. She did take the time however to inspect how she felt about him, tardiness and late responses aside, and she was indeed feeling everything she had hoped to feel and more. An attraction, a chemistry that she had tried quite hard to fend off on their first meetings those months ago. But the letters had undoubtedly softened her heart, and now the sight of him allowed her to acknowledge these feelings as true.

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The look in his eyes could not be mistaken. But the King had still not expressed his intentions. And so as the hours went by, she grew slightly weary, fearing the opportunity of them meeting again would not be for a very long time, and who knows what those feelings would become then?

Well if those feelings were to go away then, she thought, it would probably be for a good reason, and things should not be rushed, said her reasonable heart. But then again, if he doesn’t take this opportunity, what sort of a gentleman is that? Wouldn’t that prove him to be a man who doesn’t stand for himself? Debated her impatient mind.

The hours went on, and it seemed fate did not want these hours to end. Many a times was her departure delayed for this or that reason, but still, the King had kept his intentions for himself.

Oh well, the Princess sighted, what is not meant to be, is just not meant to be, even Cosmic Assistance can only do so much.

And while she was thinking just that, that is when the King’s hand brushed against the Princess’ sleave, and, ever so gently, his fingers closed in on her arm.

Her body went numb. “Uho. This is it.” She thought. And she slowly (read awkwardly) lifted her face up to his, and before his hand had even reached for her neck, their lips had touched.

To be continued…