Once upon a time, there was a prince named Joshua.
Prince Joshua certainly had his fair share of tragedy; his sister dying in a fire, his father dying of cancer, himself being shot in the chest. Tragedy stuck to him like a leech.
The one thing in his life that brightened his days was the young woman who worked for him in King Bartlet's great white castle. Through good times and bad, girlfriends and gomers, the prince and his lady bantered and flirted, bringing amusement and frustration to those who surrounded them. Many a time would Prince Joshua return from battle, pronouncing his victory over the Republican dragons and Lady Donatella would refuse to bring him coffee. The two were best of friends, and perhaps something more.
One night, his lady left early for a date. As was his custom, the prince teased the lady about her choice in men, and the lady left, irritated at the one gomer who never seemed to show any interest. Determined to find someone who did, the lady wore her finest dress to her date, and was pleased when she found her date to be a true knight. Prince Joshua, meanwhile, sat in his office, awaiting her return, vowing to reveal his true feelings to his lady when she came back from another disastrous date. However, he soon discovered that this time was different, and the lady's knight soon became her boyfriend, and then her fiancée, and then her husband. And before the prince knew it, his lady was gone; she had moved to California with her knight-in-shining-armor. Thus, Prince Joshua once again found himself alone.
The end.
Storytelling used to have rules. The prince was supposed to get the girl in the end.
But then again, rules never did seem to apply to Joshua Lyman.
