It was a fine spring morning on the earls estate. The estate was in full bloom, beauty radiated from all within the estates garden, including the earls daughter (Y/N). Walking her way through the garden path she hummed with the song birds that inhabited its lush trees. Sitting beneath a large oak she peered up through its arms to spot a dove perched upon one of its fine branches. "'Coo-my-dove, my dear, come down to me. I will give you a golden cage. I'll take you home and pet you well, as well as any bird of them all" she spoke up to it. Upon her request the dove fluttered down from its perch to her neck and nestled into the warmth of her collar with its soft feathers. Once the day had gone and turned to night she turned into her room with her feathered companion. Changing from her dress robes into her silk night gown she made her way into he sleeping quarters to find a young man with rather large eye brows laying upon her bed. He was quiet the looker in her eyes with his soft blond hair and emerald eyes. Startled by the mans appearance she backed her way to her door and asked "'What are you doing here, young man, to come and startle me so?" "Hush, hush love" he told her in a gentle voice "I am the dove you called from the tree." "But who are you then?" "My name is Arthur prince of the kingdom of Great Britain. My mother the queen is much more then that for she knows many spells. Because I would not do as she wished she turned me into a dove by day. But at night her spells lose their power and I turn back into a man." "Well then what are you doing here?" she questioned the should be prince. "Today I crossed the high trees of the forest and happened upon you love." he said walking to her and placing her hands in his. "I have never seen a maiden so fair, unless you love me, I shall never be happy more" "But if I love you" says she "will you not fly away and leave me one of these fine days?" she asks the dotting man before her, her cheeks lightly crimsoned from his confession. "'Never, never" spoke the prince "be my wife and I'll be yours forever. By day a dove, by night a prince, I will always be by your side." he told her placing a kiss to her hand. Pleased with the mans confession of love the earls daughter agreed and the couple married in secret and lived together in the earls estate for seven years happily. Until one day a great trouble came upon them. The earls wished to marry his daughter to a suitor who had come whooing of high noble status. Day and night her father pressed her to wed the suitor much to her discontent. "Father dear, I wish not to marry, I am quite happy her with my dove at my side." she pleaded to her father. "Tomorrow, so sure as I live I shall strike that dove down and twist its neck." he told her in a fit of rage. Arthur how had heard it all began to concoct a plan of escape. Flying off back over the forest he flew till sunset where he found his mothers castle. Upon seeing her son arrive, the queen was overjoyed for she had not seen word of him in seven years. "Mother I ask a favor of you. My dear wife is to be wed on the marrow and the night is sad for me." he told her. "What can I do, my son?" said the queen. "Tell me what you'll have me do and it shall be done for I have the power to do so." "Turn me back to a man and if what i ask is more than can be, I ask you turn her into a dove so that she may come away with me." "Your first request simply cannot be for I have not enough power left to me. But to turn her from a maiden to that of a dove would surely be something I can do for your love" the queen told her son and so it was done. Flying back to the earls estate to retrieve his young bride, Arthur felt a sense of pride swell within him as his plan to outsmart the earl was sure to succeed. Reaching her window he entered the room to find no trace of his wife. He gown lay sprawled across the floor, where it would stay nevermore worn upon her soft skin. laying on its silk was the soft feathered body of a cream dove who's neck had been snapped in to. Misery welled inside the small bird as her saw his dead wife on the floor, the one he would hold in his arms nevermore. And as that misery swelled inside the depression sunk into his feathered hide breaking his heart. Floating down to land beside her, he felt as if he had broken in two. His heart shriveled and gone. And from that spoke he never moved, for there he died of heart break because of his love so true.