The Night We Met

Chapter Five

"Dance with me."

Despite Guinevere's severe discomfort with this stranger she is dancing with, she continues to reply to Christopher by saying, "As you can see, I am already in the middle of a dance with a well respected gentleman. Go find someone else to--," but just as she is about finish her sentence, the princess finds Queen Eliana glance at her menacingly across the ballroom. 

Astonished by her own decision, Guinevere accepts the prince's hand, which luckily manages to remove Queen Eliana's lurking eyes. As the two of them begin to waltz, Christopher whispers in Guinevere's ear, "I know neither of us want to dance with each other, but it was getting too hard to bear, seeing you try to put yourself out there." An irritated look comes over Guinevere's face, and she harshly replies, "I didn't see you dancing with any girls tonight, unless the lemonade stand counts." 

"With my reputation, I don't need to dance with any girls to gain status, unlike some people I know. Now can you please look like you have even the slightest interest in me," Christopher irritatingly whispered. 

"Now you are asking for far too much from me."

 Guinevere has never enjoyed dancing, but her distaste for it has increased substantially since she has to dance with the almighty Prince Chrisopher who could do no wrong, but she understands the matter at hand, and she does not want to get cornered by Christopher's mother again. Their dancing for the most part goes smoothly, and to Guinevere's amazement, Christopher has remained silent. Although, just as the music begins to become more intense, Christopher spins Guinevere out of nowhere, causing her to trip on her gown and fall onto the prince of Spain, knocking him to the ground. 

Not only is Guinevere mortified that she is currently on top of Christopher, but she is also mortified that the entire guest list is staring at the two of them with intense judgement and amusement in their eyes. Although, Queen Eliana's obnoxious laughter filling the room had taken the cake for the princess. Guinevere immediately gets up and runs out of the castle's doors with complete humiliation for embarrassing her royal family and for stupidly trusting Christopher. 

Since most of Guinevere's decisions are never based on logic, she did not think that running in the middle of no where would be dangerous. It has been roughly 30 minutes since she has been walking to where she thinks her castle is, yet not a single estate is in sight.

It was officially midnight, not that Guinevere would know, and not a single sign of hope was in sight. That is until Guinevere spots a nearby farm, which she decides would be a good spot to sleep in. Without thinking it through at all, the princess falls onto the field of plush, green grass, and falls asleep. 

After Guinevere went through with her plan to sleep on the farm, a slight shake from a stranger wakes her up. Unconsciously, Guinevere wakes up to a blurry boy, whom seems to be about her age and is covered in dirt. He has dark, curly brown hair, and his amber eyes glisten in the morning sunlight. "Are you alright?" the mystery boy asks her.

 After Guinevere finally gains her conscience back, she replies with, "I think so, but my mother is going to be furious." "Where do you live m'am, I will be happy to bring you back to your home. Though I am a little dirty particularly today since we are preparing the tomatoes for the summer," the farmer kindly states. "Only if you are ok with it, but I would advise you to clean up just a little bit, so the Que-- I mean my mother thinks I'm in good hands, which I know I am," Guinevere says, with a smile on her face, which is a rare occurrence. "Why is your mother royalty or something miss?" the stranger asks jokingly. Guinevere doesn't want the kind and handsome boy to change his opinion on her based off her status, so she thought it would be better to leave the royalty part of her life out. "No, of course not. Why would you think that?" Guinevere replies nervously. "I'm just teasing. Besides, what princess would take refuge in a farm?" says the boy, with a charming smile on his face. "Right, of course. That is not very princess like. Anyway, I think we best be leaving now. Just wash up a little bit, and I will wait out here," Guinevere commands him. "Of course your highness. I'll be 5 minutes, just don't go snooping around. My father doesn't like people visiting very often," states the boy, as he goes to wash off. Since the boredom of waiting caught up to her,  she continues to do the one thing he told her not to do. 

As she looks through the cozy, little cabin, she comes across his room, which is soon interrupted by the presence of a figure behind her. It was the mystery boy, though this time, he was without a shirt. Out of shock, he screamed, "What are you doing in here!?" It takes Guinevere a second to notice that he is shirtless, which indeed makes her blush intensely. "I'm sorry, I thought there must have been something wrong, since you were taking a little long!" Guinevere nervously screams. "It's fine, I was just caught off guard, let's just go before father gets home. Here take my hand, so you know where you're going," says the mystery boy, as he leads her out the house. 

Guinevere never felt so comforted and joyful at the same time, and it was all because of her decision to sleep at a farm. Who knew one of Guinevere's decisions would not only work out, but introduce her to someone who was kind-hearted, and didn't judge her immediately. 

As the two of them were about reach Guinevere's estate, she quickly stopped and said, "You know what, mother is probably going to get mad at me for coming home with a boy. Especially one she does not know, so you can just leave me here. I'll be alright." "If that is what you wish miss," he politely replied. "But before you go, may I ask what your name is?" Guinevere curiously asked him. "What do I get in return, miss?" he stated with a smirk. "You can receive my name," Guinevere replied, confused. "Meet me at midnight, tomorrow. Then and only then can you have my name," he said mysteriously. "Tomorrow at midnight it is, mystery boy."