Princess Trina stared at the moon, as she sat waiting in a black cloak, alone in the garden. Patience was never a virtue for the Young Princess, but the solemn moon tantalized her allowing an escape from reality. Sitting so long on the edge of an old fountain, Trina stood, stretched and pulled her cloak in to warm herself. She yawned discretely as a small breeze wisped passed her. Trina shivered, looking toward the Garden Entrance of the castle, inching closer, the thinner her patience wore. Nearly entering the protection of the castle through a thick wooden door, a tall dark figure appeared suddenly frightening the Young Princess.
“Trina!” he whispered excitedly embracing her.
The warmth from his body showered Trina with delight. She closed her eyes and inhaled his sweet scent.
“Adam, I was getting really impatient!” The words were muffled during Prince Adam’s firm hug.
The Prince stood two feet above the Young Princess in heels. Adam drew Trina in by her waist and kissed her in his special sequence of three: forehead, cheek, and lips, the last kiss always being the longest. The Prince’s hands tried to trifle more places than just the hips. Trina drew back and composed herself.
“Adam we mustn’t break our promise!” Trina lectured. “No more fooling around until we are married!” She finished, backing further away from her Prince.
“But that is so far away!” he retorted, whining playfully.
“Tomorrow, my love! Isn’t it wonderful that tomorrow we will be wedded?” She smiled releasing her excitement.
“It is very wonderful. I’m happy to be so lucky a man.” Adam tightened the gap between them and embraced Trina once more, softly and gently. “Shall we retreat inside then?”
“Please!” Trina quickly answered.
Adam, Trina and a small burst of cool air entered into the garden entrance of the castle; Adam barely having any control over closing the large wooden door due to the wind tunnel. Trina grabbed onto Adam’s hand as he glided in front of her. Prince Adam kissed the Young Princess’ hand as their fingers interlocked. The couple’s footsteps echoed through the basement’s damped hall as they reached the steps. They walked hand in hand up several flights until they reached the second floor. Trina released Adam’s hand and scurried closer to her father’s bedroom door.
“I want to check on my father.” She placed one hand on the wall and slightly turned towards Adam. “He’s been feeling ill and I want to make sure he’s resting properly.” She whispered.
“I’ll come with you,” Adam said as he began to rush toward Trina.
He stopped as she raised her hand to him.
“No!” she shook her head frantically. “You can’t! Have you forgotten the rules? We can’t be together before our wedding.”
“Fine then I’ll wait for you around that corner.” Adam pointed to the corner closest to the steps.
“Alright.” Trina smiled.
Trina pushed the door open and it made a squeaking noise. Hardly any moonlight illuminated the inside as the Young Princess entered. She saw her father laying flat on his back. Trina walked closer noticing that his cover was nearly off of him. She pulled the cover up, then picked a small torch from above the nightstand, and lit the torch. Revealing her fathers pale face and shocked look, Trina dropped the torch and let out a loud scream.
“No!” she said in disbelief.
Adam burst into the door and ran to Trina’s side.
“Trina what’s wrong?” Adam asked, softly gripping Trina’s hand.
