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"Who could this be?"
She thought to herself.
She had never seen this handsome stranger before,
Maybe he was a messenger,
Or maybe a brave noble Knight,
Or possibly, even a Prince.

She wanted to meet this person face to face,
So she slipped on her shoes
And rushed down the stairs.
The King was standing at the door
Talking to the young man.

"Father, who are you talking to?"
Asked the Princess.

He didn't answer her at first,
But then turned around and said,
"This young man is the one
Keeping an eye on my brother."

She looked puzzled.

She rushed downstairs to find out
He was a man keeping an eye
On her uncle that killed her mother
She though it was a waste of time.

"He's also a Prince," her father added.

She began to blush,
Her heart felt like it was ready
To jump out of chest, her knees went weak.

The Princess walked over and shook the Prince's hand.

"Nice to meet you," he said.

"Nice to meet you as well."

The Princess never met a man
As handsome as he,
She left her father and the Prince alone to talk.

Later on that day,
Her father went upstairs to talk to his daughter.

"I have to go into town young one."

"Please, father, I beg of you,
Don't go into town." she cried.

"My brother has to pay for
Killing your mother." he replied.

She tried everything to stop him from going,
But nothing worked.

The King had his mind set
On getting even with his brother.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.9/2004