The Prince and Princess
Note: This is a past life of Sheridan and Luis's.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful Princess. Her name was Princess Samantha. She had long, flowing, blond hair and the bluest of blue eyes. Even though they were only about 9 years old, every little boy though she was very pretty. She lived in the biggest castle in the world, in London, England.
One day she was playing with her tea set and her dollies in her yard. She heard a noise and looked up from her cup of tea. She saw a boy peeking out from the bushes. Samantha peered over her sunglasses at him for awhile before talking to him.
"Who are you and from where do you come?" she demanded of him.
He thought she was acting a bit rude, but answered like a gentleman anyway, "I am Prince Lance of the castle next door. I got a bit bored so I thought I would come over here and maybe play with you, if that is all right."
She looked at him skeptically and asked, "How do I know if this is true or not? Maybe you're just a spy from the castle and you want to know what the secret ingredient is in my tea."
He laughed at her, "You have quite the imagination."
"How dare you laugh at me!"
"You're being ridiculous. Besides, I already know the secret ingredient is honey."
Samantha sputtered out, "How-why? What? That's not my secret ingredient!" It was obvious she wasn't exactly telling the truth.
"Okay. Whatever you say," he said as he rolled his eyes at her.
She glared at him and said, "What are you doing here again?"
"I came to play with you. If that's all right," Lance told her politely.
"But I am a stranger to you! You do not even know my name!"
Lance gave her a bit of a funny look, "Then why don't you tell me your name?"
She gave him a dirty look but said, "My name is Princess Samantha."
"Well then, Miss Samantha, may I play with you?" He was trying so hard to be nice, but she was making it difficult.
She was still wary, "Are you sure you just want to play and are not a spy?"
"Yes, I promise."
She was quiet as she thought it over a minute then said, "All right. You can play with me." He walked over and she handed him her teapot, "You can be my maid."
So for the next few weeks they play'd together in her yard. Sometimes they'd play with her Barbies, or play house, or play with his toy cars and trains. They got closer as friends but still argued a lot.
But then one day they were sitting together on a blanket having a picnic. They were eating quietly but Samantha had a dreamy look on her face and barely noticed her food. Lance watched her for a minute.
"What are you daydreaming about?"
Samantha is woken up from her wonderful daydream about Lance. They were still having a picnic only they were a couple. He was treating her like a Queen, which she almost was. They were having an incredibly romantic time together. "Um, nothing. I was just thinking about my trip to Spain next month."
Lance looks slightly disappointed that she said she wasn't daydreaming about him. "Oh."
"So, are you going on any trips soon?" she tried to change the subject. She couldn't let him know how she was developing feelings for him, and at such a young age. But she was, and they were unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She didn't really know what she was feeling because she was so young, but as she grew up she learned what it was. Sometimes he made her so mad she wanted to scream in his face and storm out. But when she was feeling sad she just wanted to throw herself in his arms and have him hug it better.
"Actually yes. I'm going to Paris about the same time you'll be in Spain," Lance told her.
Samantha was relieved to know he wasn't going to be away at a different time, for then she would have to spend much more time away from him. She said to him, "Sounds interesting. For how long will you be gone, Lance?"
"I will be away for a fortnight or so. Father has some business to attend to, and he says Mother and I must accompany him so he doesn't go insane with his colleagues," he said with a chuckle.
"I see. I'm just going to Spain because Mummy and Father want us to go on a family vacation together, since they're both usually so busy with everything."
"Ah. Family vacations are nice. How long will you be gone?" Lance asked her, hoping she wouldn't be gone much longer.
"I too will be gone for a fortnight. You will write me won't you?" she asked.
He would, of course, write her almost every day, "Of course I will. Will you write me?"
"Every chance I get."
So with that their conversation ended. They went on their trips and wrote each other a few times, as promised. During their vacations, and for a couple months afterwards, everything was fine. But then one day, the Princess's parents told her that she would be sent away to an all-girls boarding school. It almost broke her heart to have to tell the Prince that she would not be able to see him again for a long time. She called him over to her house to tell him the news. He came over right away, since she sounded so upset on the phone.
"What is it Samantha? What's wrong?" he asked, a little out of breath from having run all the way over.
As soon as she saw him running towards her, knowing how much he cared since he dropped everything to see her, tears welled up in her eyes. He saw she was almost crying and took her in his arms.
"Samantha? Sam, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he hated to see her like this.
She stopped crying a little. "It's horrible! My-my-" was all she managed to say before bursting into tears.
"Sam, calm down. Stop crying. What's horrible?" he pulled away from her so he could see her beautiful face.
"My-my Mummy is se-sending me to-to," she said but he could barely hear her.
"Sending you somewhere? Where? Where are you going Samantha?"
She took a few deep breaths, "She's sending me to boarding school! I'm going to go away for years and years!" She started crying all over again. He hugged her tighter.
Samantha had been right. It had broken his heart. He felt the saddest he ever had in his whole life. Lance thought the very worst, that he would never see her again.
"You're going to boarding school? But this can't be. I thought we'd be together forever."
"How could we be together forever? Deep down, you must have realized that someday we'd be separated. We both have to attend a public school sooner or later."
"Sam, the thought never crossed my mind. I know we'll always have a tight bond. From the first time I met you, I knew we had something special," he smiled at her. She was comforted by his words.
"We do have a special relationship. We must make this work. We have too," she told him, as she had stopped crying.
"Samantha, I want to tell you something," there was a sparkle in his eyes.
"There's something I have to tell you too, Lance," she had the same sparkle in her eyes.
"I love you." They said it together. They smiled so wide that their faces hurt. They knew there was something very different about them now. They also knew that they were each other's soulmate.
He drew her in for a hug. They hugged for a long time. Then they pulled apart and stood very close to each other. Their lips moved closer to the other's and they kissed, very softly.
Note: This is a past life of Sheridan and Luis's.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful Princess. Her name was Princess Samantha. She had long, flowing, blond hair and the bluest of blue eyes. Even though they were only about 9 years old, every little boy though she was very pretty. She lived in the biggest castle in the world, in London, England.
One day she was playing with her tea set and her dollies in her yard. She heard a noise and looked up from her cup of tea. She saw a boy peeking out from the bushes. Samantha peered over her sunglasses at him for awhile before talking to him.
"Who are you and from where do you come?" she demanded of him.
He thought she was acting a bit rude, but answered like a gentleman anyway, "I am Prince Lance of the castle next door. I got a bit bored so I thought I would come over here and maybe play with you, if that is all right."
She looked at him skeptically and asked, "How do I know if this is true or not? Maybe you're just a spy from the castle and you want to know what the secret ingredient is in my tea."
He laughed at her, "You have quite the imagination."
"How dare you laugh at me!"
"You're being ridiculous. Besides, I already know the secret ingredient is honey."
Samantha sputtered out, "How-why? What? That's not my secret ingredient!" It was obvious she wasn't exactly telling the truth.
"Okay. Whatever you say," he said as he rolled his eyes at her.
She glared at him and said, "What are you doing here again?"
"I came to play with you. If that's all right," Lance told her politely.
"But I am a stranger to you! You do not even know my name!"
Lance gave her a bit of a funny look, "Then why don't you tell me your name?"
She gave him a dirty look but said, "My name is Princess Samantha."
"Well then, Miss Samantha, may I play with you?" He was trying so hard to be nice, but she was making it difficult.
She was still wary, "Are you sure you just want to play and are not a spy?"
"Yes, I promise."
She was quiet as she thought it over a minute then said, "All right. You can play with me." He walked over and she handed him her teapot, "You can be my maid."
So for the next few weeks they play'd together in her yard. Sometimes they'd play with her Barbies, or play house, or play with his toy cars and trains. They got closer as friends but still argued a lot.
But then one day they were sitting together on a blanket having a picnic. They were eating quietly but Samantha had a dreamy look on her face and barely noticed her food. Lance watched her for a minute.
"What are you daydreaming about?"
Samantha is woken up from her wonderful daydream about Lance. They were still having a picnic only they were a couple. He was treating her like a Queen, which she almost was. They were having an incredibly romantic time together. "Um, nothing. I was just thinking about my trip to Spain next month."
Lance looks slightly disappointed that she said she wasn't daydreaming about him. "Oh."
"So, are you going on any trips soon?" she tried to change the subject. She couldn't let him know how she was developing feelings for him, and at such a young age. But she was, and they were unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She didn't really know what she was feeling because she was so young, but as she grew up she learned what it was. Sometimes he made her so mad she wanted to scream in his face and storm out. But when she was feeling sad she just wanted to throw herself in his arms and have him hug it better.
"Actually yes. I'm going to Paris about the same time you'll be in Spain," Lance told her.
Samantha was relieved to know he wasn't going to be away at a different time, for then she would have to spend much more time away from him. She said to him, "Sounds interesting. For how long will you be gone, Lance?"
"I will be away for a fortnight or so. Father has some business to attend to, and he says Mother and I must accompany him so he doesn't go insane with his colleagues," he said with a chuckle.
"I see. I'm just going to Spain because Mummy and Father want us to go on a family vacation together, since they're both usually so busy with everything."
"Ah. Family vacations are nice. How long will you be gone?" Lance asked her, hoping she wouldn't be gone much longer.
"I too will be gone for a fortnight. You will write me won't you?" she asked.
He would, of course, write her almost every day, "Of course I will. Will you write me?"
"Every chance I get."
So with that their conversation ended. They went on their trips and wrote each other a few times, as promised. During their vacations, and for a couple months afterwards, everything was fine. But then one day, the Princess's parents told her that she would be sent away to an all-girls boarding school. It almost broke her heart to have to tell the Prince that she would not be able to see him again for a long time. She called him over to her house to tell him the news. He came over right away, since she sounded so upset on the phone.
"What is it Samantha? What's wrong?" he asked, a little out of breath from having run all the way over.
As soon as she saw him running towards her, knowing how much he cared since he dropped everything to see her, tears welled up in her eyes. He saw she was almost crying and took her in his arms.
"Samantha? Sam, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he hated to see her like this.
She stopped crying a little. "It's horrible! My-my-" was all she managed to say before bursting into tears.
"Sam, calm down. Stop crying. What's horrible?" he pulled away from her so he could see her beautiful face.
"My-my Mummy is se-sending me to-to," she said but he could barely hear her.
"Sending you somewhere? Where? Where are you going Samantha?"
She took a few deep breaths, "She's sending me to boarding school! I'm going to go away for years and years!" She started crying all over again. He hugged her tighter.
Samantha had been right. It had broken his heart. He felt the saddest he ever had in his whole life. Lance thought the very worst, that he would never see her again.
"You're going to boarding school? But this can't be. I thought we'd be together forever."
"How could we be together forever? Deep down, you must have realized that someday we'd be separated. We both have to attend a public school sooner or later."
"Sam, the thought never crossed my mind. I know we'll always have a tight bond. From the first time I met you, I knew we had something special," he smiled at her. She was comforted by his words.
"We do have a special relationship. We must make this work. We have too," she told him, as she had stopped crying.
"Samantha, I want to tell you something," there was a sparkle in his eyes.
"There's something I have to tell you too, Lance," she had the same sparkle in her eyes.
"I love you." They said it together. They smiled so wide that their faces hurt. They knew there was something very different about them now. They also knew that they were each other's soulmate.
He drew her in for a hug. They hugged for a long time. Then they pulled apart and stood very close to each other. Their lips moved closer to the other's and they kissed, very softly.