Once upon a time, a beautiful princess lived in a city. Sadly in the city, princes were scarce and those pretending to be turned out to be frogs. She walked the city day after day, wondering if she would ever find such a man as the rumored Prince Charming seemed to be.
Frustrated one evening after meeting yet again another prince who turned out to be a frog, she went to her friend’s castle to lament about the state of their fair city. The other maidens of the castle agreed with her sad tale of woe. Upon such sadness did they decided to travel about the countryside. Out of the town they went, determined to clear their minds of these dreadful frogs.
Upon a small place did they stop to dine and rest their weary horses. As they listened to the music of the night, the princess was approached by what she thought must surely be a frog in disguise. One of the maidens gave vouch to his character, but the princess was not so easily swayed. Yet, as the night wore on…what she thought was a frog…began to strangely look like a prince..could it be? Was there one fair prince hiding in the midst of the city walls?
The night ended and the princess ran off to her castle..leaving the prince quite distraught because he had yet to ask for a number upon which to call the princess by.
The other maidens fair, began to dabble and play as only cupid would. They conspired to reunite the prince and the princess. Subtle (not subtle) hints were thrown, a through some twist of fate her number traveled through hands until one day the prince inquired of the princess if he might call on her. Hesitantly she agreed and traveled on her trusty steed.
Again she was wary…having had unpleasant experience, after unpleasant experience with toads will do that to a girl. But alas…the night was full of surprises. For never once did she feel the dread that usually crept upon her soul…instead her heart was full and happy as she daintily sipped her tea. Wonders began to run through her head, and she quickly tried to put them to bed. Yet as the night wore on, she felt sadness creep upon her when the end came near. But the promise of another night with the prince she held dear.
Anxiously, she awaited for the night to come. She worried of what to wear, how to do her hair..a week later (though to her like a fortnight did it feel) the night drew near. She twiddled and twitched as she awaited for the arrival of the prince. Never had anyone offered to pick her up before…it was a night of surprise she would soon discover…for whence the prince arrived upon her door, his arms were laden with roses red. In twenty years of living, never had anyone been so sweet or brought the princess such delightful treats. Twas a night to remember and one she’ll never soon forget. For as they left her castle, the prince escorted her to the carriage at which he halted and opened up the door. Her heart began skipping beats, for never had she experienced anything as sweet. Never had one been so kind as the prince was to her that night. As they traveled the city fair, sampling food, and enjoying the night, not once did she have any fear, only a peace and a joy she held near…for finally the princess felt as if she were a brilliant beauty to behold…a treasure….and treasure her he did…
Sadly, the clock struck 12 and the evening came to an end..but not without the promise that he would see her once again :)
One Treasured Lemon