The Church Echoed From Sweet Sobs

Love and contentment filled him. He had to tell her how much he loved her, and that he’d forgiven her transgression. He only hoped she’d forgive his.

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

World’s held their breath as one single tear rolled down the cheek of a broken queen. Not a sound was uttered as the breath was released and Penelope wiped her cheeks clean of any sign that she had been mourning as she slid out from between the blankets. She crept through her house, though it could have been a stranger’s without her lord to make it a home. As she stepped onto the soft grass a warm wind whispered in her ears.

Prince Phillip was confused, hurt, and angry, towards his dad, King Hubert, for not telling him he had an arrangement to marry princess Aurora from a neighboring kingdom. While riding through the woods on his horse, he was greeted by the sound of a lovely girl’s voice. He searched for hours and was starstruck to find a beautiful young lady singing and dancing with some of the native animals. Although it seemed strange at first, the prince did not hesitate to speak to the peasant girl.

he warmth of Arthur's embrace could not ease Gwen's trembling nor calm the torrent of emotions thundering through her head and heart. She felt the weight of betrayal by all she'd held dear, had forgiven them during her exile, her guilt absolving them for the choices they had made. She was a stuttering mess in his arms and Arthur placed a white handkerchief into her palm, the linen favor she had given him so many years ago once again coming to her aid. She took it gratefully, perhaps not even realizing what it was she held nor its significance to the king. He cherished it as much as her.

The princesses mind was set though. One day there was a dragon in a far off land wreaking havoc to the people; smashing their bodies against his teeth, burning the thatch buildings to the ground with his fiery smoke, and stealing their treasure. The knight wished to stop the evil from spreading across the continent, So King Darska and queen Annabella gave, sir. Belmont, the royal mission to slay the dragon. The journey would be long and arduous, and he would be gone for many months, however on his return he would be rewarded with gold, and honor. When princess Bae heard of this her heart sank. It was only two short weeks before her love left to slay the dragon. Already, the fair queen wished to set the beautiful princess up with another male suitor, however the princess was strong willed, and faithful and knew she would stay true to the knight. Every day the princess and the knight managed to steal a few moments together, before other important matters took them apart

The princess loved the young man with an uncontrollable passion and to see him with another woman it would most likely

After an hour of getting poked and prodded her dress as fitted and ready, Ivory peered into the long mirror admiring the tailors fine work. Her dress was exquisite, the Cadet grey color complimented her pale skin and the lace detailing and beading added elegance to the dress. Her bold eye makeup helped her bright yellow eyes standout and her crown rested perfectly atop her tightly pinned blonde hair. She made her way along the barely lit dark long and twisting corridors before a noise from the southeast wing caught her attention. With a sudden turn she went to investigate only to find Malus Eque a renowned knight from the Tennebris Empire waiting to catch her. He ran forward to catch her only to be tripped by her foot as she took off running. As the empress ran she shouted for any knight to find her or servant to save her the corridors seemed never ending and soon she was stuck at a dead end as she accepted her fate. Malus caught up to her and the last thing she remembers is a  sweet smelling cloth being placed in front of her

Devlin sneered in annoyance at the princesses' little performance. Was there no end to this girl's annoyance? The wretched thing was becoming far more trouble than she could possibly be worth. Perhaps it would be easily simply to slip a hemp noose around that slender neck and dangle her from the castle walls, along with many others of her class who now ornamented the battlements like strange fruit. But then, that would deny him the satisfaction of breaking her. The harder she fought back, the more he wanted to see her grovel. That was almost all Devlin could think of it and it was consuming him.

The princess's relationship with the young man, based on trust, saved his life. They fell in love and were very happy. For example, "This royal maiden was well satisfied with her

The young man stood in the center of the empty cathedral. The morning sunshine still struck the floor through the snow glazed windows, and there in the light from the stained glass, Cyrus Ainsworth saw the mirage of a young woman. Unlike his ghostly and understated appearance (though not unattractive), he recalled her bold and dark features, ink on the canvas of her fair yet still warm skin. Ringing like the bells in the chapel do, he remembered her strong yet soothing voice calling out for the last time, and the detail of the way she composed her every movement with such elegance, and even when she lay motionless, it was with grace. She was truly an angel in his eyes, but an angel that had now fallen.

"Dear knight, I have longed for you since I had first laid eyes upon you in the streets. You looked upon me with disdain but I know, oh yes, I know you were captured by my beauty!" You blanch and stare down at her in confusion to which she looks up. Then you spot it. The uncanny resemblance of the woman in the street whom and shooed off the poor urchins and attempted to lay herself upon you. Immediately, you force her away from you much to her dismay and anger making the Archer peer at you and her with worry and confusion. He sits up and stalks to your side taking in the sight of the girl before letting out a hefty sigh shaking his head. "How did you get in here? Did you not hear what we had warned of you last? Begone!" He barked before the sound of quick footsteps (one pair nearly drowned out by the others) echoed through the hall and the mage and battle master appeared in a flurry of pants and angry

side of the kingdom. “There were princesses, a ball, and a midnight kiss from Prince Charming!”

“I most certainly do NOT understand!” roared King. The ruler stomped his new leather boots. He was not often told no. King called to his guards, “All of you shall search this castle until my daughter in found.” The guards rushed off, determined to be the first to find the princess. Then, he shouted after them, “ALL OF THE CUPBOARDS, ON ALL THE TURRETS, AND IN EVERY LITTLE CRACK IN THE WALLS!!!! EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY MUST BE SEARCHED UNTIL I FIND HER!!!!!” He turned to the messenger and said in a calm, yet rushed voice, “You are dismissed.”

The deep blue of his eyes calmed the rapid beating of her heart. He knew nothing of her but her name and her song and yet he spoke with a feeling of lighthearted happiness. She would not tell him. She would not ruin this feeling. She held strong to the tendrils of warmth that reached toward her.