Sorry, about the long break between updates. First there was a rafting trip-
a very traumatic experience: me, my class, lots of bad movies, and a seven
hour bus ride; then I got a nasty virus and spent all my time outside of
school, and most of my time in school, sleeping. Anyway, here's another
princess. Enjoy.
Kadar refused to face his advisors for a week after the incident. So they got Hachel to stick his hand into the hat and pull out Princess Sarita. She was invited immediately and Hachel was sent to notify Kadar.
Kadar responded to this betrayal by giving Hachal and his advisors the silent treatment for a week. He knew the behavior was childish, but he had a vague hope that childish behavior would convince his council that he was unprepared for the responsibilities of marriage.
Kadar had to be forcibly stuffed into his dress clothes (fortunately loose clothing was in fashion that week) and dragged down the stairs kicking and screaming to the throne room. By the time Princess Sarita arrived he had resigned himself to the inevitable; he look composed except for the continual twitching of his nose. He stared at the Princess as she entered, swallowing vigorously in apprehension. She was slender, of average height, and possessed the most beautiful red hair that Kadar had seen. Remarkable, for a red head, she didn't have a single freckle.
After a nudge from Hachel, who was thinking that he might have a talent for pulling names out of hat, Kadar sluggishly climbed down from the throne and walked to greet Sarita. He bowed and she curtsied, then, before he could get a word out, she smiled shyly and said "I really need to use the necessary, perhaps you could give me directions."
Kadar pointed the way, struggling to conceal his shock. The princess sprinted for the door. When she returned Kadar had her escorted to her suite of rooms.
"Well," said Hachel "at least you know she can speak up about what she needs." Kadar scowled at his friend. Hachel decided not to continue with his plans for a bachelor party just yet.
A few hours later, Kadar met Sarita for dinner. She used the necessary--- I'd say restroom, but that wouldn't really fit in a fantasy---on the way down to the dining hall. Over appetizers they began a stupid court conversation about the advantages and disadvantages of swans and peacocks as pets. Before the soup was served, she had used the necessary twice. Kadar took advantage of her first trip to change the subject to one that didn't have such a soporific effect on him. After the second trip, he began looking for a polite way to ask her if she should cut down on her water intake (she had already drunk four glasses.)
The soup course was served-just was she needs, thought Kadar, more liquid. After Sarita had complemented him on the talents of his chef-as though this were a great accomplishment on Kadar's part-they began a conversation about theater. Just when Kadar was about to remark that they both shared a passion for comedy she announced that nature was calling.
When she returned, the fish course had arrived. She duly complemented him on his chef and Kadar thanked her with a memorized line. They picked up their conversation about comedy and Kadar was just daring to think the evening might go smoothly, when she said, "I have to attend to the water bill," and scurried off again.
Kadar looked at the clock; it had been seven minutes since her last trip to the necessary. Kadar found himself wondering how she attended state events: none of the guests would take kindly to her leaving them every few minutes. He thought, maybe the councilors would notice her unusual bladder function and send her home.
Princess Sarita made it through the entire meat course without a trip to the necessary, though Kadar thought she looked uncomfortable. As soon as the server had cleared her plate she jumped up, muttering, "I have to see a man about a horse." Kadar requested the salad course and sat back to wait for his dining companion.
Fortunately the chef had made small salads (Kadar wasn't fond of greens). This allowed Sarita to make it through the salad course and the cheese course with only three excursions.
Finally, dessert arrived. It was a magnificent tart with pastry cream and fresh fruit. Sarita confided in Kadar that this was her favorite dessert and they began yet another court conversation. Kadar actually felt sorry for Sarita, with all her interruptions, chances were that she almost never had real conversations with anyone.
Suddenly, Sarita crammed the last few mouthful of tart into her mouth, jumped up, announced, "I must pay a visit to Miss Murphy," and set off for the necessary. While, she was gone, Kadar counted ten empty water glasses at her place. He began to wonder if she was ill or if she had been cursed as a young child.
Kadar needn't have worried. The next morning he discovered that the princess had not discovered the stone that Hachel had placed under her mattress. She had continued to visit the necessary at a rate of approximately once every seven minutes and as a result she had spent very little time actually in bed. Luckily, she had already decided to head back to her palace, where the necessary was much closer to her room, and, in her opinion, much cleaner
As soon as she left, Kadar found Hachel and broke his silent treatment. "I'm choosing the next princess," he told his friend, "you're a terrible matchmaker." Hachel grinned and nodded. Matchmakers were all ugly old women anyway.
Sign # 9 that you are a bookworm: You aren't functional in the morning until you have read for at least 15 minutes and you can't sleep at night until you have read at least 15 minutes.
Thank you for reading and please review!
Kadar refused to face his advisors for a week after the incident. So they got Hachel to stick his hand into the hat and pull out Princess Sarita. She was invited immediately and Hachel was sent to notify Kadar.
Kadar responded to this betrayal by giving Hachal and his advisors the silent treatment for a week. He knew the behavior was childish, but he had a vague hope that childish behavior would convince his council that he was unprepared for the responsibilities of marriage.
Kadar had to be forcibly stuffed into his dress clothes (fortunately loose clothing was in fashion that week) and dragged down the stairs kicking and screaming to the throne room. By the time Princess Sarita arrived he had resigned himself to the inevitable; he look composed except for the continual twitching of his nose. He stared at the Princess as she entered, swallowing vigorously in apprehension. She was slender, of average height, and possessed the most beautiful red hair that Kadar had seen. Remarkable, for a red head, she didn't have a single freckle.
After a nudge from Hachel, who was thinking that he might have a talent for pulling names out of hat, Kadar sluggishly climbed down from the throne and walked to greet Sarita. He bowed and she curtsied, then, before he could get a word out, she smiled shyly and said "I really need to use the necessary, perhaps you could give me directions."
Kadar pointed the way, struggling to conceal his shock. The princess sprinted for the door. When she returned Kadar had her escorted to her suite of rooms.
"Well," said Hachel "at least you know she can speak up about what she needs." Kadar scowled at his friend. Hachel decided not to continue with his plans for a bachelor party just yet.
A few hours later, Kadar met Sarita for dinner. She used the necessary--- I'd say restroom, but that wouldn't really fit in a fantasy---on the way down to the dining hall. Over appetizers they began a stupid court conversation about the advantages and disadvantages of swans and peacocks as pets. Before the soup was served, she had used the necessary twice. Kadar took advantage of her first trip to change the subject to one that didn't have such a soporific effect on him. After the second trip, he began looking for a polite way to ask her if she should cut down on her water intake (she had already drunk four glasses.)
The soup course was served-just was she needs, thought Kadar, more liquid. After Sarita had complemented him on the talents of his chef-as though this were a great accomplishment on Kadar's part-they began a conversation about theater. Just when Kadar was about to remark that they both shared a passion for comedy she announced that nature was calling.
When she returned, the fish course had arrived. She duly complemented him on his chef and Kadar thanked her with a memorized line. They picked up their conversation about comedy and Kadar was just daring to think the evening might go smoothly, when she said, "I have to attend to the water bill," and scurried off again.
Kadar looked at the clock; it had been seven minutes since her last trip to the necessary. Kadar found himself wondering how she attended state events: none of the guests would take kindly to her leaving them every few minutes. He thought, maybe the councilors would notice her unusual bladder function and send her home.
Princess Sarita made it through the entire meat course without a trip to the necessary, though Kadar thought she looked uncomfortable. As soon as the server had cleared her plate she jumped up, muttering, "I have to see a man about a horse." Kadar requested the salad course and sat back to wait for his dining companion.
Fortunately the chef had made small salads (Kadar wasn't fond of greens). This allowed Sarita to make it through the salad course and the cheese course with only three excursions.
Finally, dessert arrived. It was a magnificent tart with pastry cream and fresh fruit. Sarita confided in Kadar that this was her favorite dessert and they began yet another court conversation. Kadar actually felt sorry for Sarita, with all her interruptions, chances were that she almost never had real conversations with anyone.
Suddenly, Sarita crammed the last few mouthful of tart into her mouth, jumped up, announced, "I must pay a visit to Miss Murphy," and set off for the necessary. While, she was gone, Kadar counted ten empty water glasses at her place. He began to wonder if she was ill or if she had been cursed as a young child.
Kadar needn't have worried. The next morning he discovered that the princess had not discovered the stone that Hachel had placed under her mattress. She had continued to visit the necessary at a rate of approximately once every seven minutes and as a result she had spent very little time actually in bed. Luckily, she had already decided to head back to her palace, where the necessary was much closer to her room, and, in her opinion, much cleaner
As soon as she left, Kadar found Hachel and broke his silent treatment. "I'm choosing the next princess," he told his friend, "you're a terrible matchmaker." Hachel grinned and nodded. Matchmakers were all ugly old women anyway.
Sign # 9 that you are a bookworm: You aren't functional in the morning until you have read for at least 15 minutes and you can't sleep at night until you have read at least 15 minutes.
Thank you for reading and please review!