Writingwanderings Stories

I was introduced to the King's son when I was four- the prince was six. --- "Dani, I want you to say 'hello' to Prince Garrett," my father spoke gently, resting his hand on my back lightly. I looked up at him with clear blue eyes and smiled, "Okay, Papa." The King stepped forward, a gentle nudge on the shoulder encouraging his son. I stood upright, curtsying clumsily before the prince, just like I had learned. "Hello Prince Garrett," I said shyly. The King laughed, "What a sweetheart you have there, Richard." My father laughed, "A darling she is, Michael my friend." Garrett looked at the girl and smiled, "Hello Dani." He took her hand and placed a quick kiss on the back of it, as instructed by his tutors. He stepped back and stood dutifully next to his father, the King of []. "Dani, will you come play with me?" Garrett requested, holding out his hand for hers once more. I smiled shyly, "Of course, sir prince." With a gentle pat on the crown of my head from my father, we ran off into the gardens, holding hands. The two men shared a knowing look. --