Old Victorian Medieval Love A Princess Falling For The NonAverage Prince Chapter One

A Princess Falling For The NonAverage Prince

Chapter Three

My soon to be husband led me out of the party taking me up stairs standing behind me his muscular torso pushed up against my back as he covers my eyes, whispering into my ear, “It is a surprise, you have to keep your eyes closed, princess.” I shiver as his breath hits my ear, chills slither down my spine slowly as I grab on to his wrists letting him lead me to where ever he wants. Scared though trusting him at the same time, if this man was picked by my father there had to be a reason why, and it must of took a long time to gain my father’s trust. A cold chill pushing past me, we are outside, its a lot more peaceful and I liked it. The soft water fall flowing in a creek whispers in my ears getting louder as we approached it I was guess. Gaining my eye sight back, looking at the crystal lake, the diamonds glistening in the moon’s light. A smile on my face at how beautiful it looked, a small checkered patterned cloth was on the ground with a basket near by, a small little picnic for the two of us. “Oh my…it’s a picnic…that’s so sweet I love it,” I squealed like a little girl, stopping suddenly, slapping my self mentally for it. Smiling over at my mysterious man, “What is your name?” He looks at me, his eyes torn away from the sky, his cerulean silver eyes glowing with the moon, “Come shall we eat?” I smiled at him, his voice was so entrancing, almost hypnotizing me with his words, but I obliged sitting with him, out masks still on, keeping our looks a mystery from one another. Grabbing a strawberry feeding it to me, doing the same to him, my heart beating harder and harder, loving his company already. We began to talk to each other getting to know one another, however he kept his name secret. “What is you view on war,” I asked him taking a sip of the red wine he had poured for the two of us. He rubbed his chin, looking at the sky, looking back at me, “I don’t believe in war, but it is necessary to make a greater good, though there are other ways that things can be approached. Though I am mostly against it.” I nodded to him pondering of a new question. “Why detest war so much,” I asked, he sighed his eyes saddened. “My father was a commanding officer in the war, a while back about 6 years ago, he was killed, so was my mother, and older brother. I was hidden in a crawl space in our basement of our house so no one would catch me, keeping me alive. I detest war for it costs great things, that shouldn’t have been sacrificed, and I detest war for it. I appreciate that your brother is using another approach instead of violence. I just don’t want war to cause pain for anyone else who has not suffered it yet.” I nodded understanding now. “You do not give me pity why,” he seemed taken back a bit though some what relieved, just by the way he spoke. “Pity gets us no where just shows a sense of…weakness I believe. Also we can not do anything about it so why give pity to something when we can not change it,” I replied looking up at the moon, the wind whispering in my ear, cutting the tension between us. Slowly he stands up wrapping his mid-night blue coat around me, holding me to his chest, “You are shivering princess.” I blushed not even noticing just leaning against his chest enjoying the peaceful night around us. Laying down on the ground on the blanket slowly drifting off in his arms.

DING, DING, DING. Jumping slightly looking up at the clock tower, then at my soon to be husband, seeing him asleep peacefully. Or so I think. “Sleep well sleeping beauty,” he smiled opening his eyes looking into my own. I nod smiling, standing up stretching as he does the same. “It is midnight princess, time for some sleep for the both of us. Shall I walk you,” he asked. I nodded smiling taking his arm as we both walk up the steps, through the corridors passing by those who still are dancing and the others who are making out in the shadows. “Here we are, princess,” he bows taking my hand in his kissing the back of my hand. Walking away, gliding into the door, stopping leaning on the door after it is shut, my hand over my chest. My heart just missed a beat.
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