The Nameless Damsel of Grace

Five: Him

Night after night, he would wait for her in the meadow. She only came after midnight, when the night was darkest and the stars their brightest. She always looked beautiful, other worldly, like a tree that was given the life of a human.

He would watch carefully to catch a glimpse of her face, hoping to put a name to her. The moon never allowed it, always hiding her from his view. The moon refused to share her.

Instead, he decided to make her ballroom more glorious than it already was. He would buy the seeds to the most delicate and appealing flowers. Catch fireflies before she arrived to give her an audience of fairies. Remove rocks that plagued parts of the meadow and moved them to create seats and tables.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he put these actions into effect. Determined to make the meadow as alluring as she, he didn't want to do so quickly. He was scared of running her off.

Day by day would pass, he would fall more hopelessly in love with the nameless damsel of grace.