Superflash One Shots

A Night To Remember

In a world where nothing is what it seems, a world that is forgotten over the years, there are two people, who are so perfect for each other and yet they can not be together.

Bartholomew Henry Allen was a knight for the Kingdom of National and the royal family of Zorel. He is the bravest warrior the kingdom has ever seen, winning every war he set out to battle. The ladies also threw themselves at him but yet, he paid them no mind because his sights were only for one single girl. A single girl who cannot court nor wed, the princess.

Kara Zorel was the fairest in the land, she has beautiful fair skin, blinding golden hair and stunning blue eyes. She was the definition of perfect. She has everything anyone could ever wish for; the wealth, the beauty, and princes from other kingdoms cross the raging seas and travel the unforgiving forest just to court her. But the thing is, Kara was not happy with her life. Something was missing.

She did not care about her wealth, nor her beauty. All she ever wanted was to feel normal. To feel belonged. And so she often sneaks out of the castle and she goes into the village, wearing glasses and a cloth that covers most of her face.

It was the night of the Festival of Heroes, the adults were cheering and getting drunk while the children were running around the village, playing amongst themselves. In the middle of the crowd, Kara was wearing her usual disguise and was keeping herself down low, hoping no to be seen. 

She had decided to come to see the Festival of Heroes herself, even coming up with a lie to tell Felicity, her handmaiden, that she was not feeling well for the evening and would rather be left alone for the night.

Fairy lights were hanging from one lamppost into the next one and Kara fell in love with the beauty of the lights. She was so consumed by the beautiful lights that she did not see the children coming her way, playing tag. 

The next she knew she was falling backward and the cloth and glasses that were concealing her identity would fall off and her night would be ruined. She closed her eyes and waited for her impending doom when a set of firm hands grasped her waist and steadied her.

"You should be very careful, mademoiselle." A voice said, which made Kara turn around and take a quick look at her savior.

It was a man, his frame was fairly well built, skinny but he has muscles in the right places. He has dark brown hair and intense green eyes that Kara seems to get herself lost into.

"Thanks, good sir, I shall be much more cautious next time." Kara said, feeling her face get hotter and hotter as the second pass by. "I'll take my leave."

"Wait," the man yelled out, grasping her arms to prevent her from leaving. "I never got your name."

"I never got yours."

"Very well. My name is Bartholomew Henry Allen, son of Henry and Nora Allen, a loyal knight of this very kingdom." Bartholomew proudly stated, earning a surprised look from the disguised princess. 

"You are a knight?"

"Yes, mademoiselle, me and my other compatriots had just arrived from our newest battle. The rogues of the forest were starting to advance into the kingdom and we had to interfere with their plans to thwart their efforts."

"So this festival is for you, huh?"

"No, it's for me and my comrades but I don't come to festivals like this very often, too many people and I have a hard time spending time with someone not drunk but something about tonight that made me come."

"Then why don't you join me for tonight? Keep me company."

"Are you sure, mademoiselle? I don't want to intrude and ruin your evening."

"Yes, I am very much sure."

"Very well then, I should accompany you until the end of the night," Bartholomew said. "Milady, shall we?" 

"Yes, we shall," Kara replied, looping her arms at Bartholomew's arms.

The two navigated through the crowd with ease, reaching the fair in no time. The fair had games and foods that Kara only now saw. Sure, she heard of these things when she was still a child but she was so busy training how to act like a princess that she never really saw one.

"Where do you wanna go first, milady?" Bartholomew said, watching Kara's face lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of the fair.

"I-I can't choose. Can we go to every last one of them?" Kara asked with childlike joy. Her eyes were captivated by the food vendors, the game booths and the lights.

"Of course we can," Bartholomew answered, before dragging her into one of the game booths. *Now, this is a toss game…"

Hours have passed and the people at the festival slowly lessened until finally, the last food stall closed, leaving Barry and Kara at the table, eating their bread.

"-and he shot me! In the back! With two arrows! Just to train me how to case the environment!" Barry told Kara, earning a laugh from her. She even snorted a little, making her blush.

During her laughter, Barry noticed that they were the only ones left outside. She nudged the blonde and she saw that they were the only two people left.

"I didn't notice that everybody has left, maybe I should get going too. I'll…" Kara paused her goodbye, realizing something. She will probably never see Bartholomew ever again. "I'll be going, my parents are probably looking for me."

"Let me walk you home, it's not good for the princess of the National Kingdom to walk alone in the middle of the night. I heard there are magical imps looking for a bride every night and I also heard that they only kidnap women with blonde hair and blue eyes." Barry said, smirking at the shocked expression that Kara wears.

"You knew?"

"Of course, I am a knight of this very kingdom. I know the face of the princess that even the modest prince would kill for."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"I figured that you could take a break. Pretend that you are just a normal girl, even if it is just for a night." 

Kara, stunned at his words, could only smile as tears filled her eyes. Of all of the guys that courted her, not one has asked her about what she wanted. They only talked about how they would merge the two kingdoms and rule it as one. Only Bartholomew figured it out. In a moment of lapse of judgment, she took a step forward and kissed Bartholomew, who very happily kissed back.

After a few seconds of the kiss, Kara's eyes widened and pulled back from the kiss, shocking Bartholomew as he was pushed back.

"I'm sorry, that was not supposed to happen. I was just carried away." Kara quickly said, shaking her head hurriedly. "I should go now, Sir Allen. I think I'll make it fine back to the castle on my own. You should go back to your quarters."

"Kara-"

"That's an order, Sir. Allen. And call me Princess Kara, the night is over."

Kara walked away from their former position, she even heard Bartholomew sigh defeated which made her heart ache for the knight. If she wasn't a princess and if he wasn't a knight things could be different. Maybe she could be happy.

But it's not. In this world, they are not supposed to be together but she will cherish the memory of this night forever in her heart.

Maybe in another world or in another time, they will find each other again and then things will finally be different.