One warm night the little princess, unable to sleep went for a walk to catch some air. To her pleasent surprise the moon was out almost full and the white glow will illuminate all the kingdom. She unaware ended up in one of her favorite places, the garden.
She sat on the edge of the fountain watching at the water flow and the moons reflection. She started humming and then singing.
“Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me, Heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose”
In the middle of the night, from one off the windows someone was watching her with hypnotized gazed. Starting to walk faster across the halls just to be with her a little time. Before continuing singing the little princess turned around by a noise, just to see her loyal soldier standing on the door; catching his breath. He came closer with calm steps and she moved to the side to let him sit near to her.
The moon was shining both of them… a little princess and a nightmare. She turned to see him just to find him staring at her with no shame. His eyes light up by the moon melting her heart and made her feel save. She crawled near him and put both of her hands on the side of his face. He closed the space between them and kissed her with all the desire and love he had for her. Without shame they stayed on each other’s arms until late.
At the end the little princess fell asleep on his arms and her loyal soldier carried her to her bed. Laying her in with a soft touch, and before walking away he gave her a small kiss on the forehead.
“You are the best nightmare I’ve ever had” the little princess whispered to him before kissing him softly in his mouth and going back to bed where once again she fell asleep instantly.
There he was watching her sleep, feeling a warm inside him grow every time she took a peaceful breath. There in the small space between the two of them he said it, a whisper, soft and quick. Almost nonexistent as if he didn’t believe he could said it out loud. He said it most for himself those three words coming out of his mouth with a sweet smile “I love you”.
After he finished the letter he made a small drawing. He did not know how to draw, but that did not stop him from trying. He started with her face, her lips, following with the hair and after a while he saw… it was terrible. He still took it and protected it. He started making a drawing getting better with each new one. The next day he realized he had fallen asleep drawing, and there were tears in his eyes. What can a simple servant and now warrior be for his little princess? He sent the letter with the only hope that his words could reach her.
After a long week the little princess was going to bed alone again. She was not used to the coldness of the night or the returning nightmares. But the nights grew worse; the dreams that came woke her up; crying and out of breath. Before entering to her room one night a servant came and gave her a letter. Without showing much emotion she took it and kept walking. Grabbing her necklace she opened it “Maybe tonight you’ll sleep well and we can be together by heart, always yours. – N”. Confused and relieved to know he was well she fell asleep once again. That night no nightmares haunted her, just kind memories of their time together.
The next morning he was going to go far away and so she joined him walking through the entrance. He looked into his pockets for what he had been hiding from her. She looked at him puzzled; until he pulled out a necklace with a beautiful pendant in it and place it into her palm while saying: “here, so you can have me close to your heart, where I belong.” She could not resist and started crying once more; her servant not being able to resist. He took her gently and pressed his lips with hers. She had the necklace on her hand, the silver felt cold in comparison with the rest of her body. He pulled back and apologized just to be shut up by her kissing him back.
He knew that she knew so he proceeded to stepped out of the shadows of her room; his face full of shame and sadness. When she had the first glimpse of him, she walked closer and started punching him in his chest, crying without thinking straight. After some minutes she stopped, out of strength to keep going. She fell into her knees and he followed her; begging for forgiveness. Then she realized what the strange feeling was… he could die and she would be alone once again.
The next day the little princess did not even thought about sleeping on her own, and decided to command her servant to sleep in the same bed. But as the night arrived and they got ready she felt weird and could not even look at him. When they got in bed; both set on the opposite sides of the bed, not touching each other. Not a word was spoken for a period of time, but he felt the urge of getting near her. He let his feeling control him and drag the little princess closer to him. Until they were face to face looking at each other’s eyes. She smiled and put her head on his chest starting to fall asleep. He could not believe his actions nor hers, but smiled and smelled her sweet scent.
Once again the little princess falls of the edge of her dreams, her servant would look and hope everything to be fine and no nightmares would appear. After a while in his bed; he would notice movement at his side. At the moment without opening his eyes a quick reflect to get his sword and be ready. He was not ready to see the little princess in his bed… Has she sleep walk to his bed? Gently he put the sword back and let her be; hearing her breath.
After a long time. The lovely princess was beaten by her dreams that came. And her servant just stood there watching her. After a while she began crying begging’ for someone to help. He always wished for her dreams to come true, but he did not always remember that nightmares are dreams too. So he got near her bed; even if the risk was high, it would not be the first time he did it. And he just lay in bed hugging his little princess.
This is a tale, about a young prince that lived on a far away land. He was loyal and happy, and was exited with what live will get him. He liked beer and hugs and had a lovely sence of humor that only few would understand.
He was sentimental, but he already knew that. That is why he learned by the harsh way how to be careful of who got close to him. He didn’t let almost anything see through his smile and wary attitude. And somehow he let me a little princess to walk with him while talking and laughing.
I was worthy enough somehow to be his friend. One day he saw me sad and he made me feel better… not with jokes but with his presence. I am greatful of it, and wish to help him when he needs it.
That’s it what friends are for and in a land where it’s difficult to find worthy people we got on the same path somehow.