Disclaimer: This chapter I've decided to bring in other fairy tales. I do not own these fairy tales but I do own the characters so far. If you can recognize any of these fairy tales please tell me in the review page it will be interesting. Also just so I won't get into any trouble, there is a fairy named lily, she is my character but modeled after most fairies (a.k.a sounds like the tinkling of bells which I think the credit goes to J.M Barrie the fabulously brilliant author of the critically acclaimed children's book PETER PAN) love you guys who review!! -Pink-sneakers85
Sovende Blomst
Claira woke the next morning to a light rapping on her door. She opened her eyes and looked around the new room. Her thoughts shot back to the night before, the strange story about the girl in white. Something about it made her feel uncomfortable.
She walked over and peaked her face out through the crack in the door. As not to show her nightclothes. William stood outside patiently waiting.
'Good morning sunshine, you slept late' He said grinning playfully.
'Really not late enough. Someone woke me up.' She joked rolling her eyes.
'You want to come with me? I have some things to do around town.'
'Um let me think.. Yes'
'Ok I'll wait for you down stairs.'
He walked down the long hall. Claira's eyes followed him. She found herself smiling. She quickly reprimanded herself for being so silly. After all he was a soon to be married man.
She pulled out her suitcase and picked out a light green dress and some forest green slippers. She let her hair stay down. She looked at herself once in the mirror and let out a sigh. 'It will have to do.' She mumbled to herself.
* * * *
William watched as Claira came walking down the stairs. He smiled at her beauty but then quickly scolded himself for being so selfish. He shouldn't even be thinking about that. He was already engaged. He looked back up at her and she smiled. But I am only engaged to her because I am obligated to my family, to my people he thought. He knew he was making excuses for himself and felt guilty. Why was everything so hard? Was if because she was so beautiful? Her sweet disposition, brown curls, full lips and those eyes. The very eyes that would make anyone want to stare into them for hours.
'Very good to see you William'
'And you as well.'
'I'm sorry I slept so long into the day. I was up rather late.'
Claira stopped talking and hoped beyond all hope he wouldn't ask what she was doing. Her hope was in vain.
'Why not, Something wrong in your room?'
'No, no, no. I went walking around that's all'
'Oh okay, I can't believe you didn't get lost. Almost everyone does'
'Well I was lucky enough to run into Jonathan'
William paused and looked over at her uncomfortably. It wasn't jealousy or anger it was fear. Claira waited for him to speak afraid of what he might be thinking.
'He treated you well?'
Claira stopped and studied his face a little longer choosing her words carefully.
'Oh yes! A perfect gentleman.'
'Good'
William sighed as if releasing tons of pressure. Claira didn't mean to lie after all it wasn't completely false. Jonathan had treated her disrespectfully at first coming behind her and breathing on her neck, but that hardly seemed worth troubling William over. Should she tell him? She was at a crossroads but then again it seems so silly to bring something up like that. When Jonathan hadn't even realized it was her. Or maybe he was lying. She was driving her self crazy with all these 'what if's' and 'maybe's' so she stopped thinking and decided a change of subject would be wise.
She smiled. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to tease him.
'About Rebecca' She started grinning playfully
'Oh no, no, we are not going there right now' Will say laughing and shaking his hands in front of him.
'Oh yes, yes, yes we are. I want to know more about your future wife. After all William we are good friends and I think I deserve to know about her.'
'Very well then, What is it you want to know?'
'How horrible is she?' she said laughing.
'I couldn't say. We really aren't that close.'
'What do you mean? Your going to marry her.'
'Don't remind me'
They were now nearing the palace gardens. Claira stopped and stared in awe at the many colors around them. There were pinks, reds, purples even blue's. She smiled over at William. 'This is your garden, it belongs to you?' He nodded his head unaware of how pleased she was with all of this.
'You can look around, I told my mother I would bring her some daisies'
He walked away towards the white flowers. Claira walked past the daffodils, roses and sunflowers. She could see a green flower in the distance. She had never seen a flower that color before and was intrigued. When she grew closer to this flower she felt as if it were calling to her. She thought if she had it, everything would be okay. The world would be okay. Now she was standing directly in front of it. It was not only green but had a crescent shaped yellow mark on it. And in the middle where three bright red spikes. For some reason Claira wanted to touch them. Her fingers barely met with the tips of those red spikes when William came running up behind her. He was too late. She pulled her fingers back in horror studying the puncture wounds. Slowly drops of blood fell onto the flower. It shriveled up and fell to the ground.
Her eyes widened and she suddenly felt completely tired, so tired she couldn't stay awake any longer. William caught her before she fell. He picked her up. He carried her all the way back to the castle. Where he put her on her bed.
* * * *
'Sovende Blomst' The old man said opening Claira's eyelids and studying her inactive pupil.
'In other words sleeping flower. She won't be waking up any time soon unless you want the easy way out' He finished looking her over and stood up.
William stood nervously by the door waiting for the doctor's next words.
'You are very lucky Highness, Only a prince's kiss can win over this particular flowers poisons'
'So all I have to do is kiss her? Isn't there something about love in that remedy of yours doctor?'
'Oh no Highness, That's only in certain circumstances, and luckily this isn't one of them.'
The doctor closed his black bag and nodded his head respectfully to William The Prince of Vidunderlig.
William thanked him by shaking his hand. The doctor walked out the room. The door was closed and William stood alone with the sleeping Claira.
He suddenly felt awkward. He looked around once more to make sure no one would come in. He walked over and sat on the bed next to her. She was so beautiful. He even felt guilty for having to kiss her because he felt he would enjoy it so much. He licked his lips a few times out of nervous habit.
Claira was so still that it made him even more uncomfortable. But then he noticed her chest moving just a little. He took in a deep breath and leaned down brushing his lips across hers. He sat up quickly feeling his heart beat faster.
Claira's eyes fluttered open and she looked around mystified.
'Wha.. How did I get here?' She said narrowing her eyebrows.
William scooted back so not to alarm her. 'You fell and hit your head in the garden' He lied and felt bad but not as bad as he would have explaining how she had been cured of the notorious sleeping flower.
'Oh my! I can't believe I was so clumsy. After all my falling down and fainting you must think I'm pitiful'
William could tell she was embarrassed. Her cheeks were pink and she kept looking away as not to stare him directly in the eye.
'No, It wasn't your fault. The grass was still wet from yesterday. It wasn't your fault at all.
His soothing voice comforted her almost completely. Her cheeks went back to her normal color and she looked at him confident.
'I'll let you get some rest before dinner.' He stood up and gave her a reassuring smile.
She nodded and watched him leave. He shut the door behind him. Just as Claira was nodding off into the land of dreams she saw something. A bright light flying into her now open window. Bringing a long with it the sound of bells.
* * * *
Ooooo ahhhh what's going to happen?? Haha I'm having so much fun with all of this. Please review. Now im really trying to get better with expressing my sentences properly and I think it's getting a little more understandable stay tuned and review.. I'll be updating very soon...
Sovende Blomst
Claira woke the next morning to a light rapping on her door. She opened her eyes and looked around the new room. Her thoughts shot back to the night before, the strange story about the girl in white. Something about it made her feel uncomfortable.
She walked over and peaked her face out through the crack in the door. As not to show her nightclothes. William stood outside patiently waiting.
'Good morning sunshine, you slept late' He said grinning playfully.
'Really not late enough. Someone woke me up.' She joked rolling her eyes.
'You want to come with me? I have some things to do around town.'
'Um let me think.. Yes'
'Ok I'll wait for you down stairs.'
He walked down the long hall. Claira's eyes followed him. She found herself smiling. She quickly reprimanded herself for being so silly. After all he was a soon to be married man.
She pulled out her suitcase and picked out a light green dress and some forest green slippers. She let her hair stay down. She looked at herself once in the mirror and let out a sigh. 'It will have to do.' She mumbled to herself.
* * * *
William watched as Claira came walking down the stairs. He smiled at her beauty but then quickly scolded himself for being so selfish. He shouldn't even be thinking about that. He was already engaged. He looked back up at her and she smiled. But I am only engaged to her because I am obligated to my family, to my people he thought. He knew he was making excuses for himself and felt guilty. Why was everything so hard? Was if because she was so beautiful? Her sweet disposition, brown curls, full lips and those eyes. The very eyes that would make anyone want to stare into them for hours.
'Very good to see you William'
'And you as well.'
'I'm sorry I slept so long into the day. I was up rather late.'
Claira stopped talking and hoped beyond all hope he wouldn't ask what she was doing. Her hope was in vain.
'Why not, Something wrong in your room?'
'No, no, no. I went walking around that's all'
'Oh okay, I can't believe you didn't get lost. Almost everyone does'
'Well I was lucky enough to run into Jonathan'
William paused and looked over at her uncomfortably. It wasn't jealousy or anger it was fear. Claira waited for him to speak afraid of what he might be thinking.
'He treated you well?'
Claira stopped and studied his face a little longer choosing her words carefully.
'Oh yes! A perfect gentleman.'
'Good'
William sighed as if releasing tons of pressure. Claira didn't mean to lie after all it wasn't completely false. Jonathan had treated her disrespectfully at first coming behind her and breathing on her neck, but that hardly seemed worth troubling William over. Should she tell him? She was at a crossroads but then again it seems so silly to bring something up like that. When Jonathan hadn't even realized it was her. Or maybe he was lying. She was driving her self crazy with all these 'what if's' and 'maybe's' so she stopped thinking and decided a change of subject would be wise.
She smiled. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to tease him.
'About Rebecca' She started grinning playfully
'Oh no, no, we are not going there right now' Will say laughing and shaking his hands in front of him.
'Oh yes, yes, yes we are. I want to know more about your future wife. After all William we are good friends and I think I deserve to know about her.'
'Very well then, What is it you want to know?'
'How horrible is she?' she said laughing.
'I couldn't say. We really aren't that close.'
'What do you mean? Your going to marry her.'
'Don't remind me'
They were now nearing the palace gardens. Claira stopped and stared in awe at the many colors around them. There were pinks, reds, purples even blue's. She smiled over at William. 'This is your garden, it belongs to you?' He nodded his head unaware of how pleased she was with all of this.
'You can look around, I told my mother I would bring her some daisies'
He walked away towards the white flowers. Claira walked past the daffodils, roses and sunflowers. She could see a green flower in the distance. She had never seen a flower that color before and was intrigued. When she grew closer to this flower she felt as if it were calling to her. She thought if she had it, everything would be okay. The world would be okay. Now she was standing directly in front of it. It was not only green but had a crescent shaped yellow mark on it. And in the middle where three bright red spikes. For some reason Claira wanted to touch them. Her fingers barely met with the tips of those red spikes when William came running up behind her. He was too late. She pulled her fingers back in horror studying the puncture wounds. Slowly drops of blood fell onto the flower. It shriveled up and fell to the ground.
Her eyes widened and she suddenly felt completely tired, so tired she couldn't stay awake any longer. William caught her before she fell. He picked her up. He carried her all the way back to the castle. Where he put her on her bed.
* * * *
'Sovende Blomst' The old man said opening Claira's eyelids and studying her inactive pupil.
'In other words sleeping flower. She won't be waking up any time soon unless you want the easy way out' He finished looking her over and stood up.
William stood nervously by the door waiting for the doctor's next words.
'You are very lucky Highness, Only a prince's kiss can win over this particular flowers poisons'
'So all I have to do is kiss her? Isn't there something about love in that remedy of yours doctor?'
'Oh no Highness, That's only in certain circumstances, and luckily this isn't one of them.'
The doctor closed his black bag and nodded his head respectfully to William The Prince of Vidunderlig.
William thanked him by shaking his hand. The doctor walked out the room. The door was closed and William stood alone with the sleeping Claira.
He suddenly felt awkward. He looked around once more to make sure no one would come in. He walked over and sat on the bed next to her. She was so beautiful. He even felt guilty for having to kiss her because he felt he would enjoy it so much. He licked his lips a few times out of nervous habit.
Claira was so still that it made him even more uncomfortable. But then he noticed her chest moving just a little. He took in a deep breath and leaned down brushing his lips across hers. He sat up quickly feeling his heart beat faster.
Claira's eyes fluttered open and she looked around mystified.
'Wha.. How did I get here?' She said narrowing her eyebrows.
William scooted back so not to alarm her. 'You fell and hit your head in the garden' He lied and felt bad but not as bad as he would have explaining how she had been cured of the notorious sleeping flower.
'Oh my! I can't believe I was so clumsy. After all my falling down and fainting you must think I'm pitiful'
William could tell she was embarrassed. Her cheeks were pink and she kept looking away as not to stare him directly in the eye.
'No, It wasn't your fault. The grass was still wet from yesterday. It wasn't your fault at all.
His soothing voice comforted her almost completely. Her cheeks went back to her normal color and she looked at him confident.
'I'll let you get some rest before dinner.' He stood up and gave her a reassuring smile.
She nodded and watched him leave. He shut the door behind him. Just as Claira was nodding off into the land of dreams she saw something. A bright light flying into her now open window. Bringing a long with it the sound of bells.
* * * *
Ooooo ahhhh what's going to happen?? Haha I'm having so much fun with all of this. Please review. Now im really trying to get better with expressing my sentences properly and I think it's getting a little more understandable stay tuned and review.. I'll be updating very soon...