A Collective Narrative

The Princess and The Poet

Stuck in her castle, the dear Princess grew weary and longed for something new. She had grown tired of her life behind the walls and so she fled. Under the guise of a seamstress she walked the streets of the common folk. There she met a charming man, a man she had met like no other. He had a love for poems and loved making them. He thought that poems were the only true way to capture the beauty of the world. The glimmering dew drops on the leaves, the flower petals dancing in the wind, the running rivers going on their course, all of these could only be described by poetry. 

However, knowing that the she could never be with the man, she ran away once more and returned back to the palace. As years pass, the princess ascended to the throne and man grew up to be a wonderful poet.

Word reaches the palace of the poet whose works were as beautiful as the morning sun and so the princess, interested in this, sends a summons to him to come before her court. As the poet knelt before her, their eyes met and they instantly recognize each other from before. The poet now understanding why she had left without a word was left disarray. 

The princess then asked him to make a poem right there and then, and so he did. Although to the rest of the court, the poem was about the beauty of the fallen autumn leaves in the river but to the princess, she alone understood its true meaning; that even after all this time and even until that moment, he has never stopped loving her.