Christmas Special 2016 (Fairytales reloaded)

Cinderella's shoe

He was positive he'd gone crazy.

Was it possible that this princess, this beautiful woman he'd danced with had gone missing. Was it possible that such a beauty would go unnoticed?

Probably not. There were so many women out there who'd fit the shoe, but yet none of them came close to his mysterious dancer.

He had to be there for his folk, had to take care of his father and his kingdom, yet he acted like the love-sick fool he was. This was no behaviour for a prince and it would have to stop. Right now.

But he just couldn't get the image of her out of his mind. Her long golden hair, the soft blue eyes that seemed to look right into her soul, her smile, her calm voice that was filled with so much emotion whenever she talked - she was on his mind, she ruled his thoughts and he didn't know what to do about it.

He was a fool to still look for her and he knew it, but if  he stopped he'd accept that he'd never find her, that he'd never see her again.

If only her knew her name, or her profession, anything at all - but he didn't.

He tried to concentrate on his father's advisor, to push all thoughts of her in the back of his mind, but somehow her image found its way to his thoughts again and again. He sighed.

What good was a prince that couldn't think of anything but a woman he never even knew the name of?