An untold story 4
*Knock Knock knock
Horace, who had dozed off, woke up to hear the soft taps on the other side of his chamber door.
He looked around confused for a moment.
What time is it? He wondered
Only then did he realize that someone had just knocked on his door.
He got up from his bed and walked to his door. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it gently.
The old door makes a squeaky sound when he swung it open.
A somewhat smaller figure stood in the dimly lit hall.
"Cassie!" Horace said when he realized it was Cassandra standing before him.
"Hi Horace," said Cassandra gloomily.
Looking at Horace's face, Cassandra saw that he was concerned about her.
She could read a "What's wrong?" From his face. She looked around quickly.
"Can I come in?" She asked softly
"Yes, of course," replied Horace.
He stepped aside to let her through and when she got inside he closed the door.
Cassandra, meanwhile, had sat down on his bed and Horace sat down at his small table.
They were silent for a moment.
"My father took my sling," she said without looking at him.
"He was very angry that I left after he told me not to.
I just got back from him. From tomorrow I will be under constant surveillance and a guard will be placed in front of my chamber."
She paused and then looked at him.
"So ... you have to stay in your room for the next few weeks?" Asked Horace
Cassandra nodded.
It was quiet again, they were both lost in thought.
After a while, Cassandra dropped back on the bed.
Ugh! Why can't my life be normal. Why am I not allowed to do fun things and I always have to be protected. ''
"Well, you are the princess," said Horace
"I never asked for that. If I had been a boy I could do all that and learn sword fighting and stuff. ''
Horace couldn't imagine that Cassandra was a boy.
"Well I'm glad you're a girl," Horace said shyly.
Cassandra smiled.
Horace got up from his chair and sat down on the bed next to Cassandra. He put his hand gently on her knee.
Cassandra felt warm inside.
"I mean ... you're so brave and adventurous. And also sweet, caring and funny.
There are very few girls like you. ''
Cassandra rose slowly. Horace did not look at her as he continued.
"Besides, you are the most beautiful girl I know and I love you."
Horace realized what he had just said and felt Cassandra freeze under his hand.
"You love me?" She asked in surprise.
Horace turned red and did not dare to look at her.
He felt a soft, warm hand on his neck. The other landed on his cheek, forcing him to look at her.
Deep blue eyes looked in emerald green. Cassandra still looked puzzled, then broke into a smile.
A loving smile. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.
Horace was just as surprised now, but after a few seconds he was overcome with joy and love.
After a few long seconds, Cassandra withdrew.
"I love you too!" She said softly. She looked directly into his eyes.
Those words made Horace feel very warm in his stomach. He was relieved that Cassandra felt the same as he did.
She leaned forward and kissed him again.
Her arms carefully around his neck and Horace's hands around her waist.
They had never been happier.