Taste Of Heaven

The Meet

  "Mother I am not wearing that, who do you think I am? Father?" I protested as she tried to show me an outfit for the ball tonight. My fathers words rang in my ears 'Don't mess this up for me son. You must impress your future wife'. Some of the servants (and my best friends) walked in "Your highness, your majesty requests your presence in the kitchen." All 3 of them did a small bow to both of us. I smiled softly to all of them as my mother left and closed my door. I sighed softly when she left "Thank goodness, I am not wearing what she picked out. No offence to her, but I do not wish to wear this." One of my friends, Thomas, glanced at the other two, Samuel and Robert, nodding slightly. "We brought the clothes you wanted." Robert said. I smiled and sighed a breath of relief "Thank you guys. You really are my best friends. First thing I'm gonna do when I'm king? Make you three knights and make sure you're at my right hand. I wouldn't trust anyone else with the duties." All three of them smiled and handed me the clothes. I took the clothes from my friends and took off my night clothes.

  The top I had on was a deep blue tunic with gold lining, and sleeves of a fainter blue, almost purple. Me and my friends were having a normal discussion and smiling, laughing, the usual things we did when we hung out. I put on the trousers and sighed softly, slipping on my shoes. For the trousers think modern day track bottoms, but with three buttons on the bottom, and the bottom fitting right against your leg where the buttons are. "What do you think's going to happen if you see your fiancée tonight?" Thomas asked, hanging up my clean clothes in my closet. "I.. I don't know. The marriage is tomorrow, and I don't even know what she looks like. Should I be this worried?" I sat on the edge of my bed, putting my head into my hands, sighing. Samuel sat beside me and put a hand on my shoulder "Yes. Your parents have given you no proof she's the right match for you. But, your mother would have made sure of it. She loves you, as do we. Your our adopted brother whether you like it or not." I nodded and got up, taking a deep breath, muttering softly "Let's keep up this image for my father." And with that thought I walked into the ballroom.

  I maneuvered my way around guests, winking at every girl my age that glanced at me. There were people dancing from every aspect of the kingdom. The richer inhabitants were glancing at the other people with slight distaste. One of the nobler families who I grew up with were glancing at some of the poorer families, their hushed voices laced with hate and disdain. Some young children from all different backgrounds ran around together. I saw my younger brother running with his best friend (as my father called the young boy, a 'peasant', but I don't care for that). I would occasionally have a quick dance with one of the young girls, mostly as a way to annoy my father who insisted I dance with this one princess. 'Always like your father'. My mother would say that to me all the time. One girl tread towards me, shyness practically radiating off of her, and smiled, her cheeks and nose feigning a faint red hue as I took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. I could ever so slightly feel her pulse, and it was increasing by the second.

  I decided to dance with her, and every second we danced, I noticed more small details about her. Her pale blue eyes had flecks of emerald green in them, making them look ethereal and much more beautiful than the Aurora Borealis itself. Her blonde hair was done up in a way that looked to be regal. It looked as if it had been made only from the rarest and prettiest gold in the world. I glanced at my sister who had her hair in a similar fashion. I looked back to this girl and her blush had grown to a dark red now. I smiled softly when she looked up and giggled. Her giggle sounded like silk. Her blush had made her freckles a bit more noticeable. 'How did I not notice.. she's beautiful' I thought to myself as I glanced down at her lips. They had a soft red lipstick on, and when they curled into a smile, I couldn't help but smile myself.

  After the song me and her were dancing to, I bowed. She did a small courtesy, pulling her silvery gray dress up ever so slightly. The way the light reflected off the dress was almost as mesmerising as her. I took her hand in mine, softly placing a kiss on her palm. I whispered, so just she could hear me "Keep this safe until we next meet m'lady." I gave her a small wink. Her deep red blush deepened yet again. "Till we meet again." She eventually spoke and I tried not to look too amazed. Her voice sounded so wonderful and soft, like the rarest flowers in the world were combined into one perfect human. Her father soon arrived and took her away to the opposite corner. She waved at me, a small smile on her lips. I remember thinking 'What I would give to wake up every day and see that smile'. I was jolted awake from my daze as my mother pulled me up to my fathers throne.