The prince was finally back in town after a two-day ride. Unlike last time he did not bring the carriage. As a result, the trip was rougher than he had anticipated. All the same he had arrived; he took the list of properties out of his bag and the map. He decided he would spend the day looking for a house to stay in. He looked through the list but found nothing that was suitable for him. The properties were either too old or too small. However, he flipped to the second page and a rather large property that was at the entrance of the woods caught his attention. He looked from the map to the listing repeatedly to make sure. A smile crept on his face; this adventure was turning out to be everything he hopped for.
After leaving the towns property office and buying his desired land, he decided to head to the baker's store before heading to his new property. He whistled as he walked down the path thinking of the girl's reaction when she realized. He was almost at the baker's door when the seamstress wrapped her arms around him. She buried her face in his chest and exclaimed "My prince you are back!"
The prince was startled and confused. When she let go the prince studied her face trying to remember who she was. "Indeed I am, and how have you been" the prince took her hand and kissed it gently. The seamstress blushed a bit and answered, "oh well still making dress and such." It finally came back to him; he had fought with his soon to be wife over this girl. Yet he still could not remember her name. "Well I was heading to the baker's store if you would like to join me." The seamstress smile widened, and she took the prince's arm. Walked a little further down and entered the bakery.
Inside the prince order two strawberry cakes and tea for the seamstress. He used the time that he was waiting for the cakes to try and remember the seamstress's name. However no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember her name or anything about her for that matter. He would get her to tell him. The prince took the deserts bake to the table the seamstress sat and placed them down. Then he took his seat opposite her, he smiled at her and mentioned for her to start eating. The seamstress nodded and picked up her fork.
As they ate the prince filled the silence explaining what he was up to for the last year. Make sure to repeatedly emphasizes how many new people he had meat and how many new names he had to remember and just how hard it was to do so. The seamstress smiled and listened politely to the prince. The prince tried to see if she understood what he was saying but beyond the smile she did not react to his words. He let out a breathless sigh and took another bite of his food. They finished their food and in silence.
They walked out of the bakery and opposite of them was a flower shop. The prince pulled out a red rose and handed it the seamstress. "A rose for a women with just as lovely name." The seamstress blushed and took the rose from him, she smelt it and linked her arm around his. They made their way back to her shop and she let him in. Inside the prince walked to the stairs remembering that she lived above the store.
They made it up the stairs and to her bedroom. Inside the prince grabbed her and kissed her. She giggled a little and pushed the prince away gently. She turned her back to him but invented him to unzip her dress with her hand. The prince obeyed and unzipped the dress, kissing at her neck and he did so.
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It was nighttime and the two lay in bed enjoying each other's company. The seamstress propped her head up on the pillow, getting a better look of the prince. "Did you receive the letters I sent you?" The prince briefly stopped petting her head but continued. "I did receive your letters...they were...touching." The seamstress smiled "when you did not reply, I worried you hadn't gotten them or worse you found them silly." The prince continued to pet her hair thinking about the many months he spent in bed. "Well as I said early, I have been busy." "Oh, to busy to write the women you promised to marry?" The prince froze, had he really and stupidly promised to marry this girl.
The seamstress was a beautiful woman with ginger hair, large blue eyes and naturally rosy cheeks. She was average height but with a perfect bodied, the right amount of breast and butt. In fact, the prince did remember wondering why the servant did not bring him to her instead of that cruel girl. Still the seamstress was forgettable in comparison to his wife to be. He laughed a little to cover up his shock. "How careless of me to do so. I should have replied. For that I am sorry." He kissed the top her head but cursed at himself.
"All is forgiven after all you did come back for me." The prince's eyebrows shut up but he nodded and said "indeed I did come back from you." She smiled deeply, her cheeks becoming red again. "When shall we marry?" she said with eagerness. The prince went back to petting her hair. "Shhh we have all the time in the world. For now why not just whisper you sweet name in my ear."
Bells went off in the seamstress's head hearing that she furrowed her brows. "Do you not remember my name?" The prince chuckled "how could I forget my bride's name? I asked only because I like to hear your voice. It was a suggestion on something to say, you could sing instead."
The seamstress was not a naïve women. While she may not get as many suiters as that girl does, she was no stranger to the lies of men. She too had men propose to her, give her gifts and a adore her. In fact, the store was gift from a suiter. She pulled away from the prince and got out of the bed. She put on a silk pink robe that hung from a chair and looked at the prince in annoyance. The prince sat up in the bed and ran a hand through his hair. "What is my name?" the seamstress asked. "Well, I do recall it being as beautiful as a flower" the seamstress was unmoved by his words. "And it was like the summer, wonderful and playful." She stared at him blankly. "As I said earlier at the bakery, I have meet loads of people since our last meeting."
At that the seamstress burst into laughter. "Please I know that is a lie. Everyone knows you have locked yourself in your room becoming a living corpse. I only pretended so not to embarrass you earlier." The prince went quiet and he took in the seamstress loud and obnoxious laugh. "Well, I am the prince of this land I do not need to remember names." "Oh is that so? Yet you want to marry me?" the seamstress said leaning over her side of the bed and getting into his face. The seamstress had an amused look on her face that anger the prince.
"I do not appreciate or approve of your tone. It is in your best interest that you speak politely to me." The seamstress backed up but did not change her demeanor. "My prince wake up, you have lost your kingdom to the court and they do a better job than you. No one misses you, not even the girl you gave it up for." The princes face heat up and he looked at the seamstress with hate but instead of touching her, he walked out of her bedroom and stomped down the steps. The seamstress followed him down the stairs with his clothes in hand. She pushed past him once she was downstairs and threw the remainder of his clothes out the door. The prince walked out and started picking up his clothes. From the door the seamstress yelled out
"MY NAME IS SAMATHA, YOU REMEMBER THAT WHEN THAT GIRL REJECTS YOU AND MAKES A CLOWN OF YOU ONCE AGAIN."
The prince looked to her and would have said something had it no been for Samantha slamming the door. Instead, he quickly put on his flowy white shirt and traveling pants back on. Then laced his boots tightly, then re did them to be just as tight. When he was satisfied, he took one more look at the seamstress's door. He thought about throwing a rock through the window or kicking her door but decided she was not worth the effort. After all it she was not the one he was angry with.
There was no way to tell time, but the prince was sure it was well into the night. Although he was unsure if the inn would allow him in. He started walking aimlessly Truthfully, he did not want to go there and see that old women's uncaring and unimpressed face. He had suffered enough humiliation as of late.
Without noticing it he had been walking towards her house. The dark girl who plagued his mind. He was now by the large and decrepit tree that sat at the edge of the town and a few yards from her house. Reaching towards the tree, feeling it's strange burnt bark. He walked further down the road and made it to the girl's front door. He knocked but there was no answer. He knocked again and again, thinking that the girl was asleep. However, no matter how much he knocked she would not answer.
That angered the prince, he did not like being ignored. He pulled out the key he had acquired from the property office. He put the key into the lock, knowing they were a perfect fit, he turned the key and head a click. With a knowing smile he turned the knob. To his surprise the door did not open in fact it didn't budge. His brows knitted in confusion. Realization dawn on him, he would have to sleep outside for yet another night. As if fortune was laughing at him thunder strike and heavy raindrops hit his face.
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The girl had not slept much the night before and woke up early to brew a tea to tend to the traveler she found the day before. She hoped off her bed and landed awkwardly. She shook her head once again annoyed that she needed to jump to get off her bed. She moved quickly hands undoing her braids as she walked to the bathroom. With her free hand she took that the healing salts from the cabinet and grabbed a bucket that she kept laying beside the tub. She walked down the steps as quietly as possible. She made her way to the kitchen and started a fire. She then walked out of the kitchen and passed the sleeping traveler towards the closet where she kept firewood.
She arrived only to realize that there was none. She grunted but made her way back pass the traveler and out the door to a large chest outside where she kept extra tinder. She filled the bucket that was still in her hand with paper, small sticks and other small flammable things. She walked back inside and towards her kitchen, once again passing the traveler. Once inside she feed the fire, filled up the bucket with water and set it to boil. Finally having a moment for herself she sat done determined to take the braids out before the traveler woke up. However midway through the second braid she shut up and her eyes went wide.
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The prince's nose tickled, he scrunched it try to stop the itching without having to move. He was enjoying the sleep on what felt like a cloud. He hadn't slept this good in a while and he deliberated if the couch was comfier then his bed in his castle. He wanted to say no but the more he sunk into the couch it became increasingly harder to deny the truth. The tickle on the tip of his nose came an assault on his whole face as something wooly brushed his face back and forth. He opened his eyes and sat up with anger, trying to figure out what was going on.
He made eye contact with the girl, his face turned a bit red, and she jumped backwards then walked quickly to the other side of the small room.
It was brighter now with sunlight streaming through the windows. The prince could see just about everything in the room was green and gorgeous. He looked around and the room taking it in. It was cramped but everything was made from either fur, silk or Guanaco. Though the couches and chairs were made from cherry wood and Japanese denim. The prince reached over and touched the table lamp beside him, the shade felt heavenly. Astonished the prince said nothing and barely registered the frightened girl pressing herself against the wall. He looked at his hands and an unexplained feeling came over him. He couldn't understand what he was feeling and instead of thinking about it he landed on anger.
He looked at the girl and finally registered the fear on her face. It seemed she had finally remembered him. He got up slowly walking towards her. He kept his pace and his expression steady hoping to give nothing away. He looked at the girl from head to toe. She was in a white cotton top and matching underwear. He could see her nipples from under her shirt and it aroused him. In attempt to keep his face expressionless he looked up at her hair that looked rather dreadful, it was a jumbled mess. Some parts where curly other parts were braided and furthermore some parts looked like a ball of cotton. This version of the girl did not fit this room or the cruel women he had thought her to be. In fact, she looked pathetic like a street cat looking for scraps.
He was finally in front of her. He placed both hands on the wall trapping her in between them. He leaned in and while she may have looked disastrous, she still smelt amazing. He looked down at her and her up at him. He pulled at a strand of her hair and twirled it around his hand. He tugged a little on the strand then pushed his face towards her's so that their noses were touching. He could tell that the girl was holding her breath. He couldn't take it anymore and a smile appeared. He could feel her shiver beneath him. He let go of her hair, his hand hovered over her face, and she closed her eyes. His smile grew and he poked her right nipple. At once the girl kneed him and ran towards the door. He doubled over mainly in shock. He watched as the girl got to the front door and ran out. He followed her bent over. When he got outside the girl was nowhere to be found. He thought about going out to find her but realized that she would have to come back as she was barely clothed, and this was her home.
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