...A swift breeze blew across the tulip fields and whispered sweet letters of a love in the ears of every new born flower.
She stumbled across the paths, her hands gently fondling the delicate tulip buds. Some of the petals rode over her long, white tail of her dress.
'Catching butterflies is no less difficult than chasing a love.' She whispered to herself.
Being a princess has always been a girl's dream no matter how old she turns. Imagining A handsome prince riding towards a her on his equally charming horse, to take her to his kingdom as his queen is always a delight to any girl. Those who deny it, they lie. It's nothing to feel guilty about. Since sometimes, a naive desire conquers an adult mind.
And then there it starts, a wild good chase.
'How is it to feel royal?' He asked.
His hands crossed at the back of his waist hid something from her.
'Ask a girl when she is with her him.'
She smiled and continued to walk.
'Is it wrong to dream of a prince?'
He asked in a serious tone.
'There is nothing wrong in dreaming except the fact that it never is real.'
She answered and lowered her gaze to the leaves crumpling under her steps.
He stepped in front of her, brought his hidden arms from his back, and placed a hand-crafted tulip crown over her head.
'Can I ask it now?'
He said watching her face.
Her face wore a brightest of her smiles as her eyes glinted in surprise.
Some butterflies hovered over her crown as if they were curtsying a queen.
It's rare for tulips to overcome the royalty of rubies.
