Where a kind princess once lived…
Amelia was a princess who loved to visit the shore of her kingdom. She always went with her best friend, who happened to be her maiden, Diana. One day, as they were walking along the sea-shore, Amelia spotted something from afar—a huge ship was approaching towards their kingdom.
Amelia, at that time, didn’t know whether to be excited or nervous. They had to first get to know if the team of people approaching them were allies who were giving them a surprise visit, or their foes, who were planning on declaring sudden war.
But, as the ship fast approached, and Diana ran towards the castle to inform their king about the mysterious ship they knew nothing about, Amelia stood there, transfixed, admiring the beauty of the gigantic ship that began to appear larger as it came nearer.
As Amelia stood looking, the ship anchored at a good few metres from the shore and one of them got down, with three others behind him. The man stood out from the others, and wore expensive clothing, Amelia could tell, from the looks of it.
As he approached her, he asked, “Madam, can you tell us if there is any space left for a few travellers to stay in your kingdom? We will not live more than a day or two.”
The other three men stood baffled at what their master, apparently, had just uttered. “But master…” One of them dared to prompt him.
But the young man waved the man off, showing that he knew what he was doing, and there was no need of any advices. The man stayed silent.
“Madam?” The young man prompted Amelia.
“Oh,” she said, snapping out of her thoughts. “Your ship looks very much like the one that the kingdom of Genovia owns, sire, so I had thought for a moment that we were going to be attacked.”
“We are from Genovia,” said one of the three men behind the kind young man, earning a glare from him.
“You are?” Amelia gasped at the revealation and turned to run back to the castle and inform her father, when she felt a soft tug at her hands.
“Worry not, young lady,” said the kind-looking traitor. “We’re not here for war.”
Amelia turned towards him, wanting to know why they’d come all the way along. “And?”
“I’m here, to make you my queen.”
“And about the war?” One of the three bodyguards, it seemed, of the prince of Genovia asked.
“This young lady here,” he said, “has made the war unnecessary. Let us just leave with her, if she permits to let us take her.”
Amelia was stunned, and was speechless. “You’re Genovia’s prince?”
“Yes, and will you be my queen?” He stood on his knees. “I don’t want a war, if I can have a beautiful woman as you as my wife.”
Amelia held his hand gently, and made him stand up. “Dear prince, I’m delighted we need not fight anymore. Let’s make peace between the two kingdoms, come talk to my father, who happens to be the king.”
P.S: I have cheated a bit – sorry, it’s a habit of mine to press backspace when I think some word doesn’t make sense. “Old habits die hard” right?
Anyway, sorry about that. It doesn’t seem senseless because I probably backspaced at least ten words. I just went with the story, though. 😀