They spent the rest of the afternoon playing together, cherishing their last hours together before she had to go to boarding school. Her mother was making her go away the very next day, the beginning of the new school year.
In the morning, he came over to her castle to say his last farewells. As they parted, tears were streaming out of their eyes and they yelled to each other that they would not forget the other, and that they loved each other.
While she was away at boarding school, they just missed each other so much that they tried to write the other right away, but when neither of them received any letters, they gave up. They didn't know it, but an old witch was stopping their letters. This old witch happened to be burned at the stake many years later, in their next lifetime. Samantha and Lance never stopped missing each other. They thought about their times together every day, and they thought about the rest of their lives that they had planned to spend together. They didn't know if they would ever see the other again but wasn't sure if the other wanted too, since they had never received any letters from the other. As time drew on, they both missed the other so much that they went into depression. They couldn't find happiness in love, and they could never make very close friends with anybody.
Their parents had tried to hard to get them to be more social, for it was hurting their families' images. After deciding they had had enough of it, Samantha's parents threw her a grand party and every Prince in the Kingdom was to attend. Well, Samantha hadn't left the Kingdom, so her and Lance still both lived there. Therefore, he would, of course, be attending her party…
He and his family were sitting at the head table waiting. He was talking to his parents when the King came through the giant double doors. His wife followed him. They walked up to their thrones and stood right in front of them.
The King spoke first, "I would like to start off the night by stating that my eldest daughter, Princess Samantha, must be married soon. She is here tonight to find a suitable husband. Good luck to you all!"
The Queen spoke next, "And now, we would like to present our daughter, Princess Samantha!"
The crowd burst into applause as the Princess took her turn walking through the double doors. She looked radiantly beautiful. It took every ounce of strength Lance had not to run up there and kiss her, or even yell out her name. He knew he would have his chance to talk to her later.
And so he did. The party went on for hours, and the Princess danced with just about every Prince in the room. She might have found some of them marriable if she hadn't been so hung up on Lance. But most of her suitors were dull, boring, and only wanted her because she had money. She had a terrible time that evening until something special happened. She was sitting on her throne, having a drink and taking a rest from dancing. Someone came up and told her that they would be playing the last song of the night next. She thought to herself how great it would be to finally go home and crawl into her nice warm bed.
The Princess stood up and scanned the room, looking for someone to dance the last dance with. She did this only for her parents' benefits. She had looked around half of the room when she caught his eye. It was Lance, who had been watching her every move all night. She was very excited and a huge grin spread across her face. She ran over to him and jumped into his waiting arms.
"Lance, I've missed you so much! These last 8 years of my life have been hell without you."
"Samantha, I love you so much. It feels so good to finally hold you in my arms again." Just then, the last song started playing. He got down on one knee and asked, "Samantha, will you dance not only this dance, but all your dances with me?"
Samantha was overcome with joy. "Dance all my dances with you? As in, get married?" Lance nodded, "I would love too!"
He responded, "I love you so much."
"I love you too. Please, don't ever let me go."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
And so they danced that last dance of the night together. Both their parents knew what had happened and so after the party, while Samantha and Lance were still dancing, they left. They danced almost all night. Then when their feet got tired, they went out on the balcony outside and sat on the bench.
They talked about everything while they were out there. The Prince and Princess told each other just about everything that had happened in the past 8 years. After a few hours they got cold, so they went inside to the sitting room. They cuddled on the couch and finished their conversation.
They had been talking all night when he suddenly leaned over and kissed her. She kissed back, eager for his lips to part for her tongue to slide in. They did and she thoroughly enjoyed it.
"Mmm, Lance, I've waited so long for this."
"I have too baby. We've waited too long."
Let's just say that they spent the rest of the night together in that sitting room.
The next day however, that witch returned to their lives. They had never again discussed their letters to one another, and the whole thing had been forgotten. But the witch had other plans for them.
She was in her lair, scrying on them in her crystal ball. Her living doll was right beside her, trying to persuade her to stop creating evil. The witch wouldn't listen to him and kept on watching them. The Prince and Princess were at a formal dinner that their parents threw to announce their engagement. They were currently in another room alone together, whilst everyone else was eating supper.
Samantha and Lance were having a nice conversation together, talking about their futures. The witch saw that they were too happy, and peaceful. She conjured up some voodoo dolls of them. Her living doll beside her kept telling her not to poke them, but the witch wouldn't listen. She pricked the doll of Samantha first, in the back, with her special pin.
Samantha cried out in pain, "Ow! My back!" She twisted her back in a lame attempt to get rid of the pain.
Lance was right there at her side in an instant, "Samantha, what is it? What happened?"
"Ouch! My back just hurts, it feels like it was stabbed with a knife or something," she was still crouched over.
The witch took out her pin and stabbed the doll's neck.
Samantha screamed at the top of her lungs, "MY NECK!"
Lance was very scared for her at this point, "What? How does your neck hurt? What is it?"
The witch put a pin in Lance's back now.
"Ow! What the hell is that?" he was now yelling too.
They were both crouched over in pain, and the witch continued pricking her voodoo dolls. She was just about to do the hearts when Lance's father came in, with his mother and Samantha's parents. The witch knew that his father would instantly think of her, and her witchcraft. He had always been suspicious of her, especially when something strange happened. She stopped with the pins, as she continued watching them through her crystal ball…
Author's note: Should I bother to continue this? Review and let me know, please!
In the morning, he came over to her castle to say his last farewells. As they parted, tears were streaming out of their eyes and they yelled to each other that they would not forget the other, and that they loved each other.
While she was away at boarding school, they just missed each other so much that they tried to write the other right away, but when neither of them received any letters, they gave up. They didn't know it, but an old witch was stopping their letters. This old witch happened to be burned at the stake many years later, in their next lifetime. Samantha and Lance never stopped missing each other. They thought about their times together every day, and they thought about the rest of their lives that they had planned to spend together. They didn't know if they would ever see the other again but wasn't sure if the other wanted too, since they had never received any letters from the other. As time drew on, they both missed the other so much that they went into depression. They couldn't find happiness in love, and they could never make very close friends with anybody.
Their parents had tried to hard to get them to be more social, for it was hurting their families' images. After deciding they had had enough of it, Samantha's parents threw her a grand party and every Prince in the Kingdom was to attend. Well, Samantha hadn't left the Kingdom, so her and Lance still both lived there. Therefore, he would, of course, be attending her party…
He and his family were sitting at the head table waiting. He was talking to his parents when the King came through the giant double doors. His wife followed him. They walked up to their thrones and stood right in front of them.
The King spoke first, "I would like to start off the night by stating that my eldest daughter, Princess Samantha, must be married soon. She is here tonight to find a suitable husband. Good luck to you all!"
The Queen spoke next, "And now, we would like to present our daughter, Princess Samantha!"
The crowd burst into applause as the Princess took her turn walking through the double doors. She looked radiantly beautiful. It took every ounce of strength Lance had not to run up there and kiss her, or even yell out her name. He knew he would have his chance to talk to her later.
And so he did. The party went on for hours, and the Princess danced with just about every Prince in the room. She might have found some of them marriable if she hadn't been so hung up on Lance. But most of her suitors were dull, boring, and only wanted her because she had money. She had a terrible time that evening until something special happened. She was sitting on her throne, having a drink and taking a rest from dancing. Someone came up and told her that they would be playing the last song of the night next. She thought to herself how great it would be to finally go home and crawl into her nice warm bed.
The Princess stood up and scanned the room, looking for someone to dance the last dance with. She did this only for her parents' benefits. She had looked around half of the room when she caught his eye. It was Lance, who had been watching her every move all night. She was very excited and a huge grin spread across her face. She ran over to him and jumped into his waiting arms.
"Lance, I've missed you so much! These last 8 years of my life have been hell without you."
"Samantha, I love you so much. It feels so good to finally hold you in my arms again." Just then, the last song started playing. He got down on one knee and asked, "Samantha, will you dance not only this dance, but all your dances with me?"
Samantha was overcome with joy. "Dance all my dances with you? As in, get married?" Lance nodded, "I would love too!"
He responded, "I love you so much."
"I love you too. Please, don't ever let me go."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
And so they danced that last dance of the night together. Both their parents knew what had happened and so after the party, while Samantha and Lance were still dancing, they left. They danced almost all night. Then when their feet got tired, they went out on the balcony outside and sat on the bench.
They talked about everything while they were out there. The Prince and Princess told each other just about everything that had happened in the past 8 years. After a few hours they got cold, so they went inside to the sitting room. They cuddled on the couch and finished their conversation.
They had been talking all night when he suddenly leaned over and kissed her. She kissed back, eager for his lips to part for her tongue to slide in. They did and she thoroughly enjoyed it.
"Mmm, Lance, I've waited so long for this."
"I have too baby. We've waited too long."
Let's just say that they spent the rest of the night together in that sitting room.
The next day however, that witch returned to their lives. They had never again discussed their letters to one another, and the whole thing had been forgotten. But the witch had other plans for them.
She was in her lair, scrying on them in her crystal ball. Her living doll was right beside her, trying to persuade her to stop creating evil. The witch wouldn't listen to him and kept on watching them. The Prince and Princess were at a formal dinner that their parents threw to announce their engagement. They were currently in another room alone together, whilst everyone else was eating supper.
Samantha and Lance were having a nice conversation together, talking about their futures. The witch saw that they were too happy, and peaceful. She conjured up some voodoo dolls of them. Her living doll beside her kept telling her not to poke them, but the witch wouldn't listen. She pricked the doll of Samantha first, in the back, with her special pin.
Samantha cried out in pain, "Ow! My back!" She twisted her back in a lame attempt to get rid of the pain.
Lance was right there at her side in an instant, "Samantha, what is it? What happened?"
"Ouch! My back just hurts, it feels like it was stabbed with a knife or something," she was still crouched over.
The witch took out her pin and stabbed the doll's neck.
Samantha screamed at the top of her lungs, "MY NECK!"
Lance was very scared for her at this point, "What? How does your neck hurt? What is it?"
The witch put a pin in Lance's back now.
"Ow! What the hell is that?" he was now yelling too.
They were both crouched over in pain, and the witch continued pricking her voodoo dolls. She was just about to do the hearts when Lance's father came in, with his mother and Samantha's parents. The witch knew that his father would instantly think of her, and her witchcraft. He had always been suspicious of her, especially when something strange happened. She stopped with the pins, as she continued watching them through her crystal ball…
Author's note: Should I bother to continue this? Review and let me know, please!