(Cassandra)

Birds were whistling and the sun was rising when Cassandra woke up with the biggest grin on her face. Last night was great. Horace had said he loved her! She couldn't even articulate how long she'd been waiting for that.

As a child, Cassandra, like any other child, had been told fairy tales. Ever since she was very little, she had dreamed of a prince who would save her from all the rules and push all boundaries. Who would go through the fire for her and she for him. When she got older and wiser ... she stopped dreaming. She wasn't sure if true love really existed.

And then suddenly he was there. Well ... not suddenly. He had actually been there for a very long time. She just had never looked at him that way. He was more of a good friend of hers. With whom she had already experienced so much.

Until a few months ago. She was not sure what happened to her. She spent a lot of time with him and they had long and deep conversations. They trusted each other ... as if they had always known each other. And when Cassandra walked back from his chambers to hers one night ... suddenly Horace was no longer Horace.

He was HORACE. Her champion. A handsome, funny, loyal, sweet and strong man. She felt warm inside and when she went to bed that night she realized that dreams might come true. You just had to look further than you thought.

She had found her prince.

(Horace)

Horace woke up to the sunlight entering the room through his large window. He had fallen asleep with his clothes on. He looked around the room, getting used to the light that filled his eyes, and saw on the table against the wall his sword lying out of its sheath.

Something tickled his neck. Like a little animal. He grabbed it afraid it was a spider. But when he retrieved his hand, a long golden blonde hair hung on it. The memory of the night before came as a slap in the face.

He had told Cassandra that he loved her. And she loved him too. She had kissed him ... SHE HAD KISSED HIM! The biggest grin split his face in two. He got such a great feeling of joy mixed with warmth in his stomach that he wanted to jump on his bed and do somersaults all over his room!

He started dancing across the room and when he got tired after a few minutes he landed on his bed. He closed his eyes and re-lived the moment over and over again. He could feel her soft lips on his and he smelled her familiar blend of summer and vanilla scent. He saw her in front of him. He was able to draw her in detail. Every line and dash in her face had become familiar to him.

"GOD ... she's so beautiful!" He said to himself.

He was sure that no man in this world had ever had such strong feelings for someone like him for Cassandra. He loved her with all his heart. There could never be another like her. She was brave, funny, sweet, opinionated and so beautiful.

She was his perfect one. The woman he had always dreamed of. He didn't care if the whole hallway was filled with beautiful and lovely women, no one could even come close to Cassandra. He matched her and she matched him. As if they were destined to be together. He wanted to grow old with her.

She was his princess ... literally and figuratively.