𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 | ❝Hope is good, Hope will never disgrace, but make no mistake, Hope will hit you in the face!❞
In which the Just King becomes betrothed to a princess from a neighboring kingdom, only to fall in love with the prin...
WALKING IN THE WIND vii. IMPOSSIBLE QUESTIONS BEFORE BEDTIME
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HOPE WAS A BELIEVER.
She believed in the good that things could be rather than the bad. She put her blind faith into nearly everything, whether it was ideas, dreams, or people. Maybe that made Hope somewhat naïve, but her heart of gold had gotten her this far in life.
Even then, some things were beyond Hope and her simple belief system: questions about the universe that couldn't be answered, unexplainable wonders of the world, uncharted mysteries lurking within the constellations of the skies. There were things Hope couldn't just believe in because she didn't understand them: Does every realm share the same sky? Is there a meaning to life? How are there different languages when they're all just made up sounds? How do mathematics and science prove that adding two infinities together is any different from multiplying two infinities together?
She pondered these answers often, specifically if there was a right or wrong answer. Sometimes, she wondered if her uncertainty was an answer in itself, maybe even the most preferable one. Without knowing everything, you leave room for personal growth, and what would humans be if they were stagnant?
...Perhaps that was another question Hope needed to add to her list.
"Do you believe in soulmates?"
Hope could be found in the princess's chambers, tidying up where she deemed it was necessary. Toward the windows stood Princess Odette, who donned a silk nightgown and a brush on her hand. The item glided through her long, blonde hair as she stared outside at the world. It looked so small from where she lingered.
Odette continued, "Because I'm not sure if I do. I think the idea of having one is rather harrowing. The world is so big, and there are so many people. How is anyone meant to know when they've met their soulmate?"
This was something they did often, particularly for Odette's sake. You see, Odette was resigned to play the role of the ditzy and demanding damsel in distress, and Hope knew how much that troubled her. So, every other night or so for the past few years, they bounced philosophical ideas or puzzling queries between each other. These were impossible questions before bedtime—because their thoughts and queries never had an answer other than the ones they suggested and theorized.
Hope hummed. "I think if soulmates are real, then they should be fated to find us, right?" she humored.
"But it's not as though we're given instructions stating to go out and seek our soulmates," Odette countered.