While she was listening to the song of the birds, she felt a cold hand drape on her shoulders. She turned in surprise to see a charming man with concern in his face. She's never seen a gorgeous pair of eyes in her lifespan. The climate has never been this warmer as it was in England when their eyes meet.
He asked her with concern and fear in his voice,
" What are you doing here all alone, Miss?"
His eyes looking for an answer in hers.
" Are you lost?"
His voice leaving a trail of its own.
Mesmerised by his presence, she managed to pull a few words in a string from her lips.
"I think I certainly am" she nodded.
"Well, I don't presume it's good to be all alone out here, miss", he insisted.
Then he questioned"May I", by presenting his hand forward to take hers. Elizabeth, without hesitation, locked her hand within his when a warm current passed down her body awakening every nerve.Insight of her fingers, once a charming face turned into a face of surprise.
"A...a princess?" He muttered, full of terror.
She was astounded to hear a stranger know her "prestigious" title but she then remembered the jewel which had been given to her by her father which had a history itself. The heirloom of the Wales Royalty passed down through the first male heir of the family but Elizabeth was the rightful owner of the heirloom no matter who she was. The heirloom was none other than a ring but that ring would cost a fortune for the people of Wales. The ring was a square-shaped alexandrite encrusted with a "W" of platinum on it.She, without taking any regard for his surprise
" Yes I am Princess Elizabeth Bethany Alexandria, The crown Princess of Wales" she repeated as she was made to utter it to every eligible male suitor she ever met. She never wanted her title to overlay her name but she couldn't disagree with it. He in complete shock knelt down and his voice in pieces,
"I am extremely sorry, I did not mean to cross your path, Your Highness. I plead you to forgive me".She was not rather surprised by his words but seeing his wardrobe,
"May I ask seeing your royal attire, Do you belong to a noble family?".
He left with a little giggle, confirmed, "Perhaps, A royal family,". She was quite startled with his short response, while he continued
" Well, I belong to the Wessex Kingdom, Princess". With a gasp in her mouth, she responded in a curtsy,
" Your Majesty, I am deeply sorry...."
He forthwith objected her, "Do I look that aged for a king Princess?"A relief escaped her heart but kept her face stone cold, when he urged,
" If I may take the honours, Shall I take you to your kingdom?". She nodded without hesitation, climbed on his carriage and they both rode off sharing sweet memories without knowing they created a very important one.
While she gathered the beautiful memories of them, a soft palm touched her.It was the hand of her beloved sister, Mary awakening her senses back to the engagement, asking her if she was ready. Elizabeth was exhilarated and moved forward with pride. They both got down the wide stairs while the king gazed with happiness, people gathered around looking amazed at the beauty of the sisters while the bridegroom awaited in his royal suit ready to be engaged to this maiden.
They exchanged their rings in a very beautiful manner. The ball commenced in a very elegant dance; people swaying to the keys of the piano, the strings of the violin and the tone of the trumpet made everything seem like a dream. While everything went on so perfectly well, a butler panting with sweat came to the dancing couple. He took a heavy breath and he started talking to Edward in secrecy. Edward turned towards Elizabeth with a compromising look, said
" Liz, I must leave the palace right away since my country needs me now more than you need me".She couldn't comprehend at first but only then she remembered the other side of Edward- A fierce commander who would risk his life to protect his country. She let him go with a smile on her face hiding the pain. He only said
"I promise I'll return"and rushed outside disappearing in a carriage. She felt an ache in her heart already longing to see him again. While she recalled everything that happened, she went into the deep trance of her love for the rest of the night.
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