Short Drabbles//Short Stories

The Queen and the Farmhand

"You're a queen and I'm just another boy without a crown."

"You keep saying that, but you're missing the point," the young queen replied, taking the boys hand in her own, "yes I may be the queen, but that does not affect my love for you."

The man sighed and looked down at their hands, "But I'm not royalty like the man you're supposed to be marrying, I don't have anything to my name, I'm not wealthy, I work on a farm out in the country, I'm not the kind of man you're to marry."

"You're right," the queen replied, "you're not the kind of man I'm to marry, you're not wealthy or royal, you're a farmhand, you stay in the "in-law" house of the family you work for, you're nothing more than a commoner."

The young man took his hand out of hers and held back tears he hadn't realized were forming in his eyes, "I guess that's it then, your majesty, I guess there is no longer an us."

"You're wrong and don't call me your majesty, you are equals with me, whether you or anyone else sees it. I knew from the moment I stepped foot on this farm, from the moment you looked into my eyes, that you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of forever with. If I have to give up my title as queen and be disowned by my family for being with you, then so be it. I love you and I'll never stop, even if you do."

He looked up at the woman and smiled a small smile as a few tears slipped from his eyes, "I could never stop loving you, please forgive me for thinking you would be so shallow as to leave this relationship over something as petty as nobility."

"I will forgive you and act as though this conversation never happened, on one condition," the queen told the man, a serious expression played across her face.

The man's' eyes widened, "Anything for you my love, what is the condition?"

The queen smiled her signature heart-stopping smile, "Marry me."