100 days with the prince

Chapter one, Prologue

Don't judge something by the title, him or this book.  He was not a prince, well not in my eyes.  The man I went to live with the man everyone called a hero was not what you would think.

By birth, he was given everything the title of the prince the thrown, and money more than he could even need.  And yet he ends up the hero, the man who never had to do a single thing in his life is the hero.  

That's what's wrong with this world we can't see past the masks we put on others.  A prince is defined as the son of a monarch, yet we see a prince as a beautiful man who would drop anything for the woman he loves but that isn't true.  

We all see what we want to see, that's our problem.  

That was my problem...100 days ago.

My vision was full of ivory towers and handsome princes, riches more than anyone could ever know.  That was the vision most mothers taught their little girls to have, a strong man giving them everything they wanted.  And that's what I thought about when I pulled up my dirt-filled brown hair on the day my life changed.

I was a seamstress well I wished I was at the time I just swept all the little bits and pieces of fabric and ribbon.  My boss never feared to take me out of my daydreaming.  "dreaming of princes again." She would say day after day, she was never mean but she kept me in line. 

"Sometimes I just want to feel lighter than air and hope for a better future for horns to play,"  I told her almost like it was a dream I knew all too well a dream I had since I was little. "Him to come in and get on his knee and say." I was interrupted by a slam at the door.  

"Ophelia would you come with me to my castle." The man said.  He was the prince from my dream with lengthy blonde hair, beautiful green eyes that were so soft, and a shorter figure.  It was him, my prince.