They laid in the grass on top of their discarded clothes. The prince was tracing a rather large freckle near Celia's left breast. She was humming while looking at the prince. He loved the way she looked at him, as if he was the only man in the world. Like if he said so, she would plunge a knife in her heart and die here. He kissed alongside the fat under chin and ran his hands through her long blonde hair. Celia giggled softly at this action. It made him all more infatuated with her.
He kissed her again deeply and passionately as though telling her that he loved her. Celia kissed trying to match his energy while also trying not to get lost in this moment. Though it was hard, how many other girls can say they have kissed a prince or was loved by one in the way she was right now. Without realizing it she was already thinking about the type of dress she would wear at their wedding and what it would be like to sleep with him every night. She was deepening the kiss again when the prince pulled away from her. He got up and put on his trousers.
Celia watched him unsure of what to do at this moment. Finally, she decided to grab his shirt and help him dress. Hoping to show her skills as a wife. The prince smiled deeply at her. "When were you planning to be married?" Celia's heart jumped but reminded herself to play it cool. "My mother wanted to find me a man for next spring." The prince nodded "you would make an excellent wife. Truthfully I should take you right now before that can happen." Celia's face went red with excitement thinking of what it would be like to live in a castle.
"Yes, you are quite wonderful to show my gratitude, I give you the royal seal and will send a letter to the castle expecting your arrival." Celia thought she would explode from hearing those words. The girls in town would envy her and her mother would be so proud of her. She took the seal and held it to her heart. However, one thing bugged her: why did the prince say the castle should expect her arrival and not theirs.
"Would you not be joining me?"
The prince shook his head and chuckled a little. "No, I still need to find that girl."
Celia was more confused than hurt. What could the prince need from that girl that she could not offer him. It made no sense to Celia why he was so desperate to have her despite the love he had just shown her. They could not both be married to the prince...could they?
The prince could see that Celia was confused, he enjoyed it but had no time to hear her words.
"You are wonderful, and a gift to men everywhere, which is why I must have you." Celia smiled at the compliment. The prince continued, "however I am a prince, a simple wife will not do. I need a queen."
He kissed her again and then said, "you are not fit to be a queen."
Celia was hurt and confused by his words. The prince patted her head, stood up and held his hand out. Celia took his hand, got up and got dressed. They continued their journey to find the girl. For most of the way Celia silently cried. Her heart was breaking into a million tiny pieces, but she would trust the prince and her skills. She was certain that if she tried hard enough the prince would eventually see that she was in fact fit to be a queen.
Celia had taken the prince to the inn, but she kept walking towards the back of the inn. The prince said nothing to her but let her lead as he felt he could trust her. The walk over after the prince had given her the seal was irritating. Celia had sniffled quietly to herself the whole time. The prince was not pleased with her ungratefulness. He had given Celia a great honor, it was the third best position after being king and queen. Celia would never have to work and would be given whatever she wanted, her and the prince would have children that would all inherit land and a title. In rare cases those kids could become crowned prince or princess. Celia was in a good position, a better one than the seamstress ever was. The prince had plans to fulfill his promise to Celia and make her his second. He peaked from the corner of his eye and saw Celia rub snot away with the sleeve of her dress. The prince scrunched his nose in disgust.
"This is why you could not be my queen" the prince grabbed Celia's snot filled sleeve and dangled back and forth. Celia looked at him with a red and pathetic face.
"A queen no matter the situation would never cry in front of anyone, and she would not do in such an unhygienic and disgusting manner." Celia choked back more sobs as she listened to the words of the prince. She forced herself to take deep breaths to stop herself from crying. When she was done the prince nodded and they started walking again.
"Could you not train me to be a queen?" the prince laughed at the absurdity of the question.
"There are in fact classes, but you must start from a young age in order to be queen."
"Then what of the girl you are chasing? She has lived here her whole life and surely has never taken a class and what of Samantha the seamstress she also has not."
The prince sighed but answered
"That may be true, but they are both naturally graceful. As well what they lack in manners they make up for in beauty. If either were to burp too loudly no one would be disgusted they would think it was cute and playful. You are not ugly but you would not be given the same affordance if you messed up." Celia did not argue but listened to his words, she wanted to cry all over again, but she was determined to prove him wrong. That she was queen material, no matter how long it took her. If she would not be given the affordance then she was determined not to need it.
The prince abruptly stopped his walking. "I almost forgot but that girl, you've never seen in the inside I assume, but from her house it is quite clear she used to elegance and lives a well-mannered life, and her healing skills are phenomenal. Even if she did take classes, it would only be for a few years...two maybe three years. She is like an uncut diamond. Her value would only go up with polishing but you... well there's no telling if that would be the case."
"Still that girl is a bit-" "A queen would never talk ill about another." Celia stopped and thought about what to say. She had never had a kind thing to say about that girl. It never even crossed her mind to. Though she felt as though the prince was testing her and she would not fail this.
"I agree that her healing skills are wonderful however that is what concerns me."
"Oh?" the prince responded with amusement evident in his tone.
"Yes, a girl like that so dedicated to her practice has very little room for anything else. You must be dedicated and give it your all when you practice medicine. She has very little time for herself given her lasted circumstance. Image what she would be like in a relationship."
The prince busted into a childish laughter. He warped one arm around Celia and drew her close to him. "You my girl are quite the fast learner." Celia blushed at the compliment, reassured that she did in fact have a chance.
They were in the garden of the inn now and the prince could see the girl sitting down, with her backs towards them. He smiled contently and turned Celia. He pulled her gently towards him and kissed the top of her forehead.
He whispered to her "thank you my love, pack your bags and if you please your family as well. I will come to you tomorrow with a letter. Once you have received the letter find you man that will take you to the castle. The maids and my servant will help settle in and register your title."
Once he was done, he kissed her once again and sent her on her way. For a moment the prince watched as Celia walked away then he turned and made his way to his queen.
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