Sra - Hehe. I'm back and this time hopefully I will get time to work on my
stories. For those of you who have been reading my other two stories they
are both on hold and possibly I might be deleting 'A Message from The
Past'. And this story is based off 'The Wild Swans' by HCS.
As usual I do not own the characters in this story just the wonderful plot bunnies that bugged me until I wrote it. All of the characters belong to Hans Christian Anderson, the wonderful man who wrote so many children's fables. Dammit why can't the Prince be *my* character!
Prince – Aww. I'm touched.
Sra – You bet you are. Now are you going to start the story or do I need to bring Eliza in here?
Prince – Damn. I mean...er...oh forget it.
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Who would have thought that when my father told me to go hunting and take my mind off whatever maid I was pining after I would have found the love of my life? She's beautiful, kind, loving, and ... well I guess I should let you find out for yourself. My story takes place six months ago, during spring here in Keill.
That spring had been one for Keill with a large crop of lambs and calves born and the new spring crop planted. I loved the land surrounding my castle home. The view of the rising sun over the distant mountains was breathtaking and one of the reasons I agreed to the hunting excursion. As Sir Humphrey would put it I was a "Damn nature lover" meaning that I didn't like to kill innocent creatures unless I was starving and there was no there choice. Not that I didn't eat meat, in fact I ate quite a bit of it. I just don't like killing the animal myself.
As my hunting party came through a clearing I thought that I caught a flash of yellow. Reining in my horse I dismounted to investigate. Nothing could have prepared my for what I found; a girl near my own age who looked as if she had little food for several months, possibly years; clutching some homespun shirts like they were the crown jewels. She was obviously beautiful even under all the dirt and grime caked on her face and clothes.
"Who are you?" I asked her. Damn my curiosity. "And what are you doing here?"
She didn't reply. The look of plain fear on her face hurt me. Even more then the blow to my ego that she wouldn't talk to me. I took one of her hands and gently pulled her out of the cave to where my mounted guard was waiting. Watching her eyes carefully I gauged her reaction to so many people. She wasn't bothered much by the large crowd. I turned to my closest friend and most trusted knight.
"Willi, could you ride back to the castle and tell my father that we found a girl in need of help and are heading back in order for her to receive medical attention?"
He nodded and spurred his charger into a hard gallop. I trusted that he would do as I asked, after all I trusted him with my life. When he was out of sight my other knights gave my question looks. Ignoring them I pulled her up onto my bay hunter and kicked him into an easy jog. For a while she struggled and cried trying to get down and escape.
I stopped my horse and turned the saddle so that I could face her. "Please, don't you know that I'm trying to help?" She nodded but did not speak. Gods, that was annoying. About as annoying as the fact that I was falling fast and hard for her. Think about that princess... what's her face, the one with the bulging eyes. Umm, Odessa I think that's it, no wait that's the maid I ran into last night. As we exited the woods I heard a small gasp behind me, and all I could do was smile.
As usual I do not own the characters in this story just the wonderful plot bunnies that bugged me until I wrote it. All of the characters belong to Hans Christian Anderson, the wonderful man who wrote so many children's fables. Dammit why can't the Prince be *my* character!
Prince – Aww. I'm touched.
Sra – You bet you are. Now are you going to start the story or do I need to bring Eliza in here?
Prince – Damn. I mean...er...oh forget it.
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Who would have thought that when my father told me to go hunting and take my mind off whatever maid I was pining after I would have found the love of my life? She's beautiful, kind, loving, and ... well I guess I should let you find out for yourself. My story takes place six months ago, during spring here in Keill.
That spring had been one for Keill with a large crop of lambs and calves born and the new spring crop planted. I loved the land surrounding my castle home. The view of the rising sun over the distant mountains was breathtaking and one of the reasons I agreed to the hunting excursion. As Sir Humphrey would put it I was a "Damn nature lover" meaning that I didn't like to kill innocent creatures unless I was starving and there was no there choice. Not that I didn't eat meat, in fact I ate quite a bit of it. I just don't like killing the animal myself.
As my hunting party came through a clearing I thought that I caught a flash of yellow. Reining in my horse I dismounted to investigate. Nothing could have prepared my for what I found; a girl near my own age who looked as if she had little food for several months, possibly years; clutching some homespun shirts like they were the crown jewels. She was obviously beautiful even under all the dirt and grime caked on her face and clothes.
"Who are you?" I asked her. Damn my curiosity. "And what are you doing here?"
She didn't reply. The look of plain fear on her face hurt me. Even more then the blow to my ego that she wouldn't talk to me. I took one of her hands and gently pulled her out of the cave to where my mounted guard was waiting. Watching her eyes carefully I gauged her reaction to so many people. She wasn't bothered much by the large crowd. I turned to my closest friend and most trusted knight.
"Willi, could you ride back to the castle and tell my father that we found a girl in need of help and are heading back in order for her to receive medical attention?"
He nodded and spurred his charger into a hard gallop. I trusted that he would do as I asked, after all I trusted him with my life. When he was out of sight my other knights gave my question looks. Ignoring them I pulled her up onto my bay hunter and kicked him into an easy jog. For a while she struggled and cried trying to get down and escape.
I stopped my horse and turned the saddle so that I could face her. "Please, don't you know that I'm trying to help?" She nodded but did not speak. Gods, that was annoying. About as annoying as the fact that I was falling fast and hard for her. Think about that princess... what's her face, the one with the bulging eyes. Umm, Odessa I think that's it, no wait that's the maid I ran into last night. As we exited the woods I heard a small gasp behind me, and all I could do was smile.
