Fated to Forget

Chapter 3

I know this is soo late I'm sorry! I didn't expect life to keep getting in the way but I am back and ready to write! So, as an apology I'll be writing two chapters! Enjoy!

"What are you doing?" The Prince announced insistently, instantly taking me out of my fantasy.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm twirling." I replied slightly annoyed that he took me out of my imagination and who could dispute that it was indeed a great fantasy.

"Why do something so foolish?" he asked back, equally irritated. With very little appreciation to his tone I looked him squarely in the eyes.

"What matters is not why your highness, but the fact that you do whatever your heart desires." He gave a improper snort and crossed his arms.

"That sounds reckless." I mirrored his stance and retorted,

"Well maybe the enchantment of the garden fairies took over my soul." Surprisingly, he laughed.

"What's so great about this garden anyway?"

"That is not something I can tell you, but show you." I motioned him to come towards me. He rolled his eyes and puffed put his chest in disbelief, but came over nonetheless. Once he was arms length I grabbed his hand, to say that I did not notice how soft but strong his hands were would be a lie. I tried to ease my unexpectedly quick beating heart by sitting him on the floor of the gazebo across from me, well more like plopping him on the floor.

"Well," he began. "Prove it." I slightly rolled my eyes at him which resulted in him looking at me in shock.

"Did you just -"

"- Close your eyes." I said, cutting him off. Once again his eyes rose nearly put of his head. His face was priceless.

"Did you just cut -"

"- Just close them." This time I was getting impatient. He huffed and mumbled something under his bread, but did it nonetheless.

"Now don't think about anything. Just breath in your environment. Take in every aspect willingly and carefully, the sound of the creek, the wind blowing in the grass. Remember any precious moments in your life." As I looked at him, I thought about how cute he truly was. His blondish-brown hair fell neatly and sightly over his eyes. His face looked so relaxed for once that he finally looked his age. Mother always told me this would be the age that I found boys attractive. I never really believed her nor experienced it until now. The longer I looked at him the more I wanted to stay like this and the more I was liking the feeling of butterflies flickering in my stomach.

"What now," he asked. I startled from the sound of his voice and took slow breaths to calm myself.

"Now just open your eyes and do whatever your heart desires." His eyes fluttered open and I was met with the brightest blues. At the moment I realized how close we were and it made my heart race. We looked at each other, both too content to speak. I faltered under his gaze and began to get up.

Before I could get very far, however, he brought me back down, held onto my shoulders and kissed me. It was quick; nothing but a peck, but I could feel still the tingles and the softness of his lips on mine.

I looked at him out of shock and by the way he looked at me he was surprised himself. Slowly, I brought my fingers to my lips, still feeling that sensational tingle. He cleared his throat.

"Your theory is stupid," he said as he dusted off his hands on his pants and quickly got up.

"Penelope where are you?" Someone called. I turned to see mother with George and the Queen. Wide eyed, I quickly stood up. I instantly felt exposed, vulnerable as if I had done something wrong and that alarmed me. The fact that I did not know if what I did was wrong or not. I cleared my throat and looked at the Prince. He too looked wide eyed.

"Penny dear its time to go." With that I quickly ran out of the gazebo and to the archway where mother was waiting. I made it my duty to not look back as I curtsied the Queen and hurriedly walked away. With George in her arms mother asked,

"Is something wrong? Did something happen?" I slowed in relief that she did not see what conspired just moments before.

"No, of course not." She didn't push further even though I knew I didn't sound believable, for that I was grateful.

When we reached the front, father was there waiting. We all got into the vehicle and during our ride home, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. My first kiss and it was with the Prince. I still wasn't quite sure why something so simple sent butterflies in my stomach.