Holly never believed she would ever fall in love, especially so quickly. Being a peasant and part elf, she stayed away from everyone except her father until she met Chance. It just so happened she fell in love with a Prince, son of King Char and Queen Ella. A twisted plot and sticky situations help them find strength in each other and soon love.
"Holly, you've heard the story a million times, why must
you hear it again?" her father answered her, with a grin as he
returned to cooking the stew.
"Oh please Father, I just would
like to hear it one more time," Holly pleaded, putting her hands
together and laughing a bit. She pushed back her bright red hair and
smiled widely, her bright blue eyes shining. Her father put down the
ladle and walked over to her through the small cottage that they
lived in, sitting down beside her.
"I suppose once more couldn't
hurt. Well Hol, we were very happy, having you born very healthy and
very beautiful. There was only one thing we feared, and that would
be the gift that Lucinda would place on you. However, it was nothing
how we feared, seeing as her gift was very simple. She has changed
very much. She gave the gift of intelligence to you, my girl. And
it has helped us very much, especially since your mother has passed
away," he told her very slowly, stroking her hair as she leaned
against him. Holly sighed and looked up at him, looking into his
weary and tired eyes.
"What was she like? My mother?"
"She
was beautiful … she could always see the best in everyone, even
me," he commented before getting up to go stir the stew once more,
but Holly knew better than to ask more questions. Her mother had
passed away only a few years after she was born, and lately she was
curious about her. She had always wished for a mother, growing up
alone with her father and having almost no friends. It was not that
she was ugly or deformed; she just felt apart from the others. Now
almost being eighteen, she still felt as if she had no need for
friends or perhaps even a spouse.
"Hol, can you go out to the
bakers and get some bread for the stew? It will be ready in about an
hour. Take your time darling, but cover up, the sun does not have
mercy on your fair skin," her father said softly, interrupting her
thoughts. She merely nodded, grabbing her basket, and set out
towards the busy street.
She inhaled deeply, taking in the
beautiful sent of fresh air and starting to skip towards the bakers
despite her age. She grinned, closing her eyes as she continued …
It was so beautiful and sunny an- BAM!
She felt herself go flying
to the ground, her dress becoming filthy. She felt her beautiful
head slam against the dirt and she groaned, laying there for a moment
before someone gasped above her.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry, can I
help you up milady?" the deep voice above her said, and Holly
opened one eye. She felt as if she couldn't speak as she looked up
into the eyes of the handsome man above her. Not quite a man, not
quite a boy, she knew he was only a year or two older than her and
she merely blinked. He gave a glorious laugh, one that ringed in her
eyes and filled the air around her and made her smile. He took her
hand and helped her up, grinning at her, running his hands through
his deep brown hair. His deep brown eyes sparkled as he apologized
to her repeatedly but Holly could not hear him; she could only watch
him, stunned by his good looks.
"Uh, are you all
right milady?"
"Oh, what? Yes, I'm uh, fine, yes fine,
thank you," she answered him breathlessly, finally coming back to
reality. She gave a small giggle, sounding like a shriek and he
smiled, brushing himself off.
"Well, I must be going, but I hope
to see you around. By the way, I'm Chance," he said politely,
bowing slightly.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Holly. Hope to see
you too," she replied before turning around. She merely blinked;
she was only a peasant, why was she getting treated with such respect
was a wonder to her. She nodded, and continued walking towards the
bakery, a dreamy glow in her eyes.
He had just met the most beautiful girl that had ever existed. Her beautiful figure, her pale skin, her red hair and beautiful blue eyes … Chance ran his hands through his hair, before climbing upon his horse and began to ride home. She may have been a peasant, but there was a certain feel to her such as royalty … Perhaps she was part of another race. He pictured her in his mind and gave a small shudder, as he arrived at his parent's castle.
"I can take that horse for you, Your Highness," one of the peasants chirped up as he reached the entrance.
"What? Oh, yes, yes, do so," he murmured before heading in through the head doors. It wasn't as if he believed in true love or something silly like that, but he had felt something like a pang. He merely shook his head, as if to rid of him of all thoughts of this woman he had met. It was practically impossible; she was a peasant, and he was a Prince and a great one at that. He was next in line to become King of Kyrria and he grinned at the thought; however, without a Queen at his side it wasn't going to happen. His Royal advisor had told him that if he had wanted to become King he had better hurry it up and find himself a spouse before his other siblings did.
"Char darling, what are you doing so home early?" his mother questioned him and Chance turned around to see his father and his mother roaming the halls hand in hand.
"Oh Ella, leave the
boy alone, he seems to be deep in thought," King Char told his
wife, smiling at his oldest son as he kissed his wife on the cheek.
Chance grinned and nodded, beginning to walk again when his father
called out, "Son, I forgot to remind you, but next week is the
ball. Keep it in mind, will you? Oh, and dinner will be ready in a
bit."
Chance nodded and turned into the library, closing it with
a loud slam.
