|His Side (standard:fairy tales, 3504 words)|
|Author: Eponine||Added: May 27 2001||Views/Reads: 3361/1978||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Cinderella, told by Prince Charming's point of view.|
I would like to take the opprotunity to ask all readers to at least vote, if not write to the authors about, the stories they read. I speak for everyone when I say we really appreciate your responses. Also, I want to say that I would really like to respond to you guys who do reply, and ask that you leave your e-mail addresses. Of course you don't HAVE to, but it would be nice. Thanks! ~'Ponine His Side Every day my father asks me to choose a wife. Not that I want to disobey him or anything, but I think the "prince must be married by twenty-one" tradition is a little harsh. Here I am, twenty years old, and have to make the most important decision of my life, thus far. I think not. Of course, my other options were not so pretty, either: have an arranged marriage, or forfeit the crown. The latter choice I did not mind so much, except that as the only heir to the throne, my father would have my head if I did not accept it. So, I pretended to be interested in pretty girl after pretty girl, more to my father's annoyance than any other reason. That is, until he approached me one day. "Your Highness," I said, somewhat exasperated. "Son, you are nearing your twenty-first year." (As if I weren't aware of this already?) "Yes, your point being..." "My point being, I will give you three days from tonight to decide who you shall wed, or I will choose your bride for you." He was serious. And even though this was deciding MY fate, I knew better than to argue with him; his temper was a very delicate matter. "Yes, Father," I replied. He turned to leave, walked a few paces, and then turned back. "Oh, one more thing. These three nights we are holding balls here at the palace. I have made sure that every young maiden will be present." I groaned inwardly. There was NO escape. That night found me dressed in my best clothing. Or, some of my best clothing. Many young women arrived, and while there were a few pretty ones, none struck my fancy. I could feel my father drilling holes into me. I obliged him enough to dance with a few girls, but that was all. Each partner I had chosen was more interested in becoming a princess than anything else. There were two who were exceptionally bad, sisters, I think. I was beginning to think that I was doomed to an arranged marriage when SHE arrived. She seemed to be some sort of foreign princess, though she spoke in an unfaltering tongue. Not only was she beautiful beyond compare, but she was sweet and kind and intelligent. She was dressed in an emerald green gown, brocaded with silver and gold threads. She wore emeralds and diamonds at her throat, which complimented the gown perfectly. Her hands were decorated with more gems and gold, and her golden-brown hair was expertly pinned up with jade combs. When her dainty feet poked out from the skirts, I thought the slippers were glass. But perhaps my eyes were tricking me. As she approached, I could see that the silken gown was also beaded with fine emerald. I was enchanted. At supper, I was somewhat disappointed that she spoke with the sisters whom I had come to dislike. But afterward we danced for an hour or so, though it felt like a moment. And there was one time, when we were utterly alone in the royal gardens, that she spoke: “What is your name?” I was shocked. “You mean you do not know who I am?” She smiled weakly. “I’m afraid not...should I?” I did not laugh out loud, but the situation was rather humorous. After all, the only reason why any young woman (and some not so young) would have come to this royal ball, of course, was because they thought they had the chance to wed...me. “My dear, I am Prince Christoph, more commonly known as the Prince Charming.” She flushed a bright scarlet hue. “Your Highness, please, forgive me-“ “Hush. I do not mind, nor do you ever need to ask for my forgiveness. And you need not address me as ‘Your Highness’ either.” She smiled again at last. “If you insist, Monsieur Charming.” This she said in a more teasing manner, and I knew that the world was right again. We looked into each other’s eyes for a long time. I could have gotten lost in her soul, but I never would have wanted, or needed to be found again. As I was about to ask her name, for I realized I still did not know it, she proclaimed that she had to leave. “Please, I – I was told to be home by midnight, I really must leave.” My intentions Click here to read the rest of this story (236 more lines)
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