ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

03

He stood in the door. His dark hair lay well-groomed on his head, his eyes shone in a warm brown tone, his lips formed a smile, his clothes were very simple and yet noble. His sword glittered in all unthinkable colors. He looked like a hero, straight from the fairytale books I used to read through.

I didn't understand why this man was standing here.
I also didn't understand why he knew my name and kissed my hand.
I didn't really understand why I came with him, but I found myself in a carriage with him, his hand in mine. It felt like in a fairy tale, I didn't understand the world anymore.
"Anabelle," he whispered, "finally we see each other."

I still thought I was dreaming. Even after I was in the castle, even after I heard his story, how he looked for me for weeks, after he dreamed of me, and I still didn't understand that he was a prince. He was a PRINCE. And I should be his princess. "Anabelle," he pulled me through the castle while he continued, "finally you are here next to me, finally." He sounded like his biggest wish came true. It sounded as if he was telling me a fairy tale, which could not possibly correspond to the truth. He was also in a dream, I thought. He didn't believe it himself. We both dreamed...no, we lived our dream.

The prince led me into a room, it had a blood-red carpet, like in my room- my old room, a large red bed, covered with pillows and blankets. A cupboard full of clothes and fairytalebools stood opposite. This room was also like a dream. "How," I stammered, "what's happening here." I just looked into the prince's smiling face. He had put his sword aside and taken off his jacket. Now he just looked like a normal man, the happiest man I had ever seen. And at that moment, I probably also looked like the happiest girl in this country.

I woke up, overwhelmed with pillows. I was wearing a nightgown, but I didn't remember that I owned this. But then- And it already got all over me. And it hit me in the heart. My father knew it. And I felt stupid, mean and stupid and-
"Good morning, the prince wants you for breakfast," said a woman. She stood smiling in the door and came to me. "I'm Laura." I smiled shyly at her. Laura helped me in a white airy dress with embroidered flowers. I combed my honey-brown hair down and left the bedroom with other maids. They opened a golden door, behind it was a room. It was large, there was a diningtable in the middle and at the end of the table sat the prince. I noticed that I didn't even know his name. "Good morning Anabelle," he said with a warm smile. "Good morning-" "Nate, just call me Nate." And I went by Nate, I loved his name, and I loved his smile, his eyes, his hair, his voice and maybe I could love him too one day. The door opened again, a girl, a few years younger than me walked into the room. „Nate, who is that", the girl asked him as she sat next to us at the table. She looked like Nate, but her hair was blonde. „Clara, that is Anabelle, she is the girl I was searching for", he smiled. I didn't understand why everything happened so fast, I remembered that yesterday I still was in my fathers house and now I was having breakfast with a prince who loved me.
„Hey Clara", I gave her my hand. She smiled at me, looking like a little princess with her blonde locks and sweet smile. Someone behind me said laid a hand on my chair. And this someone even looked more handsome than Nate. „Hello brother", Nate said and looked a little bit annoyed that this stranger, apparently his brother, joined us. „Hello Nate, seems as if you have a guest." The stranger who appeared as Nates brother sat across me at the table, taking a sip of orange juice.He smiled at me with his white teeth showing. I smiled back at him and introduced me: "Hey, I am Anabelle."
"My pleasure by meeting you, looks like my brother finally found his girl he was looking for like a insane hunter."