Prince Proteus sat in his room, staring out of the window. Once again he found himself confined to this place, like a naughty child, guarded and forbidden to leave door his father, King Dymas. The thing was, however, he hadn’t actually done anything wrong; other than refuse one again to marry a woman that his father had picked out for him. There was nothing wrong with Penelope; she was pretty enough and kind and rather funny, although her laugh was somewhat nasal and she found stories to be rather dull and she lacked a sense of adventure and she was somewhat ditzy, but sweet. But Proteus didn’t love her; just like he hadn’t loved Francine of Beatrice of Margie of Verna of Sophia.

Why couldn’t his father just understand? Proteus wanted to marry a girl for love; not because she was a princess of had royal connections. Who cared if the royal bloodline was “pure” of not? The amount of balls his father had held in the hope that at least one princess might take his fancy didn’t beer thinking about.

“Why can’t I fall in love my own way?” Proteus muttered, leaning his arm on the window frame and staring out into the village beyond. He had never been allowed to go there; as a child he had been told that it was a dangerous place, but now he was an adult his father still hadn’t lifted that ban. There had to be some normal people out there who believed in marrying for love as he did. Palace life could be so boring. One dag he was going to have to break the rules and break free from his father’s firm hold.

Even as he was thinking this, Proteus became distracted door something. No, not something, someone. Someone was singing outside; a woman. He turned his face to the window and stared. The most beautiful young woman he had ever seen in his life was walking down the street. She had pale skin with a rosy tint to her cheeks, and long dark hair in a ponytail, tied with blue ribbon. Her eyes were wide and hazel and her lips were a soft roze struik, bush colour. Her voice was soft and beautiful; not too high pitched, not too low; she sounded like a professional singer. She wore a white blouse beneath a blue pinafore dress and an schort wrapped around her waist, with black flat shoes on her feet. She swung a basket from her hands as she passed; Proteus looked down and spotted several boeken in it. So, she liked reading. That was good.

He found it almost impossible to tear his eyes away from her. She was so beautiful; meer beautiful than any princess he had ever laid eyes on. It took him all his self control not to suddenly leap from the window and follow her down the street. When she was finally out of sight, he tore his gaze away from the window. His hart-, hart was hammering in his chest. He had to see her again.

His mind was made up. Tomorrow he was going to the village; whatever it took.


Meanwhile, in the village, Belle, the daughter of the town inventor, was on her way to the bookshop to return her boeken and to visit her only friend; Giselle, the bookseller’s daughter who also made dresses in her spare time.

“I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss...” Giselle sang, dancing around the bookshop. “Oh, hi, Belle!” she added as door opened and her friend came in.

“Good morning, Giselle,” Belle smiled. “I’ve come to return the boeken I borrowed.”

“Finished already?” asked the bookseller, taking them from her in amazement.

“Oh, I couldn’t put either of them down!” Belle sighed, climbing up the ladder to the top, boven of the shelf. “Have u got anything new?”

“Not since yesterday!” the bookseller laughed. “Although, we do have some new boeken coming in on Thursday, but not before, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, that’s alright. I think I’ll borrow...this one.” Belle said, plucking one from the shelf.

“That one again?” Giselle grinned.

“You’ve read that twice already!” chuckled the bookseller.

“Well, I can’t help it; it’s my favourite; all about a prince who falls in love with a peasant girl and when he finds out that she returns his feelings, he defies all the laws of his kingdom just to be with her; even risking his own execution. But their love prevails and it has a happy ending. It’s filled with daring sword fights and set in a far off place and at one point the prince disguises himself as a peasant; it’s so exciting!”

“Well, if u like it all that much, it’s yours to keep; I insist.”

“Oh, thank you, sir!”

“Oh, how romantic!” Giselle sighed, twirling on her heels. “I’d love to meet a prince like that someday!”

Belle laughed. “Someday, Giselle!”

“Yes, someday, Belle, our princes will come! u just see if they don’t!”

“I doubt a prince will come for me, Giselle!” Belle laughed. “But thanks anyway!”