Mud, Milkshakes, and Dancing Pt 2

Hello!  So this is part 2 to my 50’s story.  Part 3 will Lord willing be up next week!  🙂

As you can see, I finally came up with a name for the story, and I think it fit’s pretty well. 🙂

This part is told from Greg’s point of view, and I’ve got to say I’ve never really written from a guy’s perspective, but this was a lot of fun!  Part 3, which will most likely be the final part, will be back in Lucy’s pov though. 🙂

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“So…what do you like to do for fun? You know I like to read and that’s what I would have been doing if not for this, but what would you be doing on a typical Friday night?” Lucy asked me, her finger tapping against her leg in what I assumed was a nervous habit. Just a few minutes ago her whole hand had been doing it, but now it had slowed down to just her pointer finger.

“I rarely do the same thing. Sometimes I go to the local diner with some friends, and sometimes I stay home and work on my motorcycle,” I said.

“You have a motorcycle?” she said, sounding surprised.

I nodded, forgetting that it was dark outside. Apparently she could see my silhouette well enough though because she replied almost immediately.

“That’s so cool! My father has always said that he wants to get one, but Mother won’t allow it. She claims they are too dangerous, and I guess I can see her point. Still, I’ve always thought they looked like the perfect thing to ride when you want an adventure,” she babbled excitedly.

“An adventure?” I chuckled. “That’s what you think of when you see a motorcycle?”

Her enthusiasm faded and I cursed myself. She had forgotten about being shy for a second and I had to go and ruin it by teasing her.

Her voice was quiet when she answered. “I guess it sounds rather silly.”

“No, no, I can understand why you’d think that way. When you ride a motorcycle you don’t worry about anything. You just feel…free, I suppose,” I said, struggling to say what was in my head.

“How long have you had it?” she asked, changing the subject though her tone was a bit brighter.

 

For both of us being so shy and awkward, Lucy and I talked rather comfortably until we reached the drive in. Once we had pulled in though, silence hung like a heavy, awkward blanket between us. My nerves returned, and I figured the reason was that during the drive here it hadn’t fully felt like a date. Now that we were here, though, surrounded by other couples and my own cousin and Linda, I felt an immense amount of pressure. Lucy had made it clear that dates were not normally on her Friday night schedule and I couldn’t help but wonder why. It wasn’t as though she wasn’t pretty, and if she was talking about something she was interested in she was quite charming. I figured it had to be that she had really high standards, and with this being a blind date, I wasn’t sure if I lived up to those standards.

“Hey, if you guys aren’t in some deep conversation right now, why don’t you go grab some snacks,” Jacob interrupted my thoughts, making me jump. A quick glance at Lucy and I could see she had been startled as well. A small smile made its’ way onto my lips. It was kind of nice to not be the only odd one who got lost in one’s thoughts. I remember when I was little and my mother first scolded me for not listening to her. It was then that I first realized not everyone became so focused on what was going inside their head that they didn’t notice what was going on around them.

“Hello, earth to Greg,” my cousin waved his hand in front of my face and I blinked.

“What?”

“I asked if you and Lucy could go grab snacks,” he repeated.

“Oh, right,” I looked over at my ‘date’. “Is that ok with you?”

She shrugged and proceeded to get out of the car which I took as a yes. I was quick to follow suit and hopped out of the car…right into a mud puddle. It splattered up onto my pants and I sighed. Just my luck. Lucy held a pretty straight face, but I saw the corners of her lips twitch slightly.

“It’s alright, you can laugh. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I am doomed to embarrass myself as much as I possibly can,” I said. She obliged and a small laugh along with a snort bubbled out of her mouth.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s usually me who-“ she stopped talking and looked down at the ground. I followed her gaze and saw that while she had been laughing, she hadn’t been looking at where she was walking. She too, had stepped into a mud puddle. Our eyes met and we both burst out laughing.

Lucy leaned down and took off her shoes and continued walking barefoot. “I suppose I faired better than you, though,” she said.

“How so?”

“I have a dress on so the mud only affected my shoes. My dress is perfectly fine. Your pants on the other hand…” she trailed off and motioned at the mud that soiled the bottoms of my pant legs.

“That’s true, I guess,” I shook my right foot as the slippery mud soaked through my socks and hit skin.

We reached the snack shack and stood in the back of the long line. I squinted at the sign that had what food was available. Being so far back, I could hardly see it and I wished I had my glasses. Unfortunately, Jacob had been quick to reassure me that I would not need them and that my date would not approve of how I looked when I wore them. Now I was wishing I had ignored him and worn them anyway.

“Why do they make the print so small on that sign? Surely they don’t expect everyone to be able to read that?” Lucy fumbled through her small purse and surprised me by pulling out her own eyeglasses. My mouth dropped open slightly. Lucy eyed me for a moment before asking, “Are you alright?”

I shook myself, and nodded. “Y-yes, sorry. I was just thinking how I wished I had my glasses with me and then you pulled yours out. It was just an odd coincidence is all.”

“Why don’t you have your glasses? Do you only need them to read up close? But if that was the case, then I don’t see why you would be wishing for them now.”

“Actually, I’m as blind as a bat. I usually wear them all the time but for some reason I let Jacob convince me to not wear them tonight.”

“Jacob doesn’t like your glasses?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Well,” I scratched my neck nervously, “he said you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t what?”

“Like me with my glasses.”

“That’s ridiculous. Why wouldn’t I like you if you were wearing glasses? If anything, it would make me think less of you to know you let him convince you of such a thing,” she made motions with her hands as she talked. It was something she did often and I liked it. She was very expressive.

“As you should,” I said, before thinking for a moment. “Wait, why do you not wear your glasses all of the time if you cannot see distances either?”

Lucy blushed. “Unfortunately, even though I think it’s silly that you or Jacob would think that I wouldn’t like you as much if you were wearing glasses, I let Linda convince me of that fact before my first date.”

“Then we are both guilty of not being completely ourselves and letting others tell us that it is better to not be. We cannot change the past, so I say we forget about it now, and in the future be sure to wear our glasses. No matter what,” I said and she smiled.

“Agreed.”

I once again squinted at the sign that was still too far away. “Can you read what it says now?” I asked.

“Yes, would you like me to tell you?”

“If you wouldn’t mind. And while you do that, I’m going to take off these rotten shoes. The mud I stepped in earlier does not feel any better after it’s been in there several minutes,” I leaned against a nearby car and tugged off my filthy shoes.

“What a sight we both must be,” Lucy smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“Look at us. Barefoot, splattered with mud, and you look at everything while squinting because you can’t see while I wear my ridiculously large glasses. This isn’t something that is too common, you know,” she explained.

“This is definitely the most interesting date I’ve ever been on,” I mused. “But it is also so far the most fun I’ve had on one too. So I don’t know if mud and glasses are a bad thing.”

“No, I would have to agree with you there,” her eyes sparkled. Or maybe that was just the lights on her glasses…really I wasn’t sure but I didn’t particularly care. Tonight was not like the other dates I had been on in the past. I was enjoying myself, and I could tell Lucy was too. In fact, I didn’t want to go back to the car and be stuffed in the back seat and watch a movie. I realized Lucy was reading the food items on the menu aloud and I hadn’t heard a single word.

“Hey,” I interrupted. “Sorry, but do you want to be here?”

“Do I want to be here?” she repeated, confused.

“Here. As in at the drive in,” I looked around and saw a diner across the street. “Because I’m thinking we should ditch my cousin and your sister and go have some fun. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy drive-ins as much as the next person, but not during a double date.”

“What’s your idea of fun?” she said, and I knew I had piqued her interest.

“A walk through a town I don’t know. A couple of milkshakes. Maybe a bit of dancing? I don’t know, I guess we’ll find out what’s fun when we have it,” I shrugged.

“So you want to go on an adventure?” she said slowly as a grin grew on her face.

“Definitely.”

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Thanks for reading!

Anna Christine ❤

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Mud, Milkshakes, and Dancing Pt 1

Hello! 🙂

So this week has been pretty crazy with my vacation and all (it was a blast!) so I haven’t had as much time as I’ve wanted to work on this story.  So this is merely part one.  I honestly don’t know if there will be more than one other part, but I guess we’ll see where the story takes me! 🙂

I truly love the 50’s era (yay for old movies and tv shows!) so I just had to write a story centered in it.  The year is 1953, and a girl named Lucy is a total bookworm and doesn’t like to do anything other than read.  So of course I had to throw her out of her comfort zone and into a double date situation.  How will it end?  Even I don’t know yet.  Now, without further ado, on with the show!

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“You don’t do anything, do you, Lucy? You just sit inside, reading every chance you get. Don’t you think you should be out, I don’t know, living?” my roommate and sister, Linda, said. She brushed her hair back into a fancy updo before starting to apply her make up.

“You don’t understand. I am living. Right now I’m a knight in King Arthur’s court. Yesterday I was a detective searching for a murderer. I live a different life every time I open a book.” I muttered just loud enough so she could still hear me. Half of my brain was still entirely focused on the fascinating story I was reading so I wasn’t really listening to my sister’s lecture. I fully tuned her out as she continued, talking about how that wasn’t really living. I had heard this all several times before and it was irritating by now. My parents had just given up and accepted the fact that I am a bookworm, but Linda wasn’t known for giving up.

My attention was fully grabbed only when she snatched my book from my hands.

“Hey,” I protested though I knew it was useless. Linda was in a mood tonight, and when she was in a mood, there was no point in arguing with her.

“You are going to come out with me tonight,” she tossed my book on top of the wardrobe where she knew I couldn’t reach it.

“Where are you going?” I eyed her proper attire and felt my gut clench.

Linda didn’t answer as she opened the wardrobe and pulled out one of my nicest dresses. She tossed it at me and it landed on my lap. Then she sifted through my shoes till she found a pair of black heels, which also found their way onto my lap.

I begrudgingly complied to her demands and changed from my jeans and sweatshirt into the nicer clothes.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” I reminded her as she sat me down to do my make up.

“That’s because I know you too well. As soon as I told you there’s no way you would go,” she said.

“You’re acting as though I have a choice.”

She smirked in response. Finally, just as she had dolled me up to her liking, the doorbell rang. My heart dropped. If someone was coming to our door, then that meant it was probably Linda’s date. And if she wanted me to come too then there was probably a date for me outside as well. Why would she do this to me? She knew I was a total klutz when it came to boys. I barely had time to flash her a panicked look when she opened the door to her boyfriend, Jacob. They’d been going steady for a few months now, and he was a nice enough guy, if not a bit preoccupied with his brand new ’53 Ford Thunderbird automobile.

“Hey, Lin, are you ready to split?” Jacob said, taking her hand into his own.

Linda nodded and motioned for me to follow them. Every step I took I went a little slower. Dread filled my bones and my hands shook. I cast a final glance towards our bedroom where my book was still on top of the wardrobe. I wondered if I made a break for it and locked the door if I could get out of going tonight.

“Lucy, come on. We’ll introduce you to Greg. He’s a total sweetheart,” Linda called back to me and I reluctantly dismissed my escape plan.

I closed the front door behind me and took a deep breath before facing this ‘Greg’ person. From the first glance I could see I was not the only one who didn’t want to be here. The young man was looking at everything except for me. In fact, he seemed to be directly avoiding looking at me. I noticed that though he had his hands in his pockets he was fidgeting them.

“Lucy, this is Greg. He’s Jacob’s cousin visiting town for a little while. Greg, this is Lucy, my sister,” Linda said, grabbing my hand and jerking me closer.

“Nice to meet you,” Greg shook my hand quickly before again averting his gaze.

“You too,” I mumbled.

“We’d better get going. The movie at the drive in is supposed to start in a few minutes,” Jacob opened the passenger side door for Linda and she entered the vehicle. Unfortunately, the process didn’t go as smooth when Greg opened my door. He was so nervous he hit himself with the door and when I asked him if he was ok he just nodded, his face red. I decided not to press it anymore, not wanting to embarrass him further, but he started to close the door again before I had fully gotten into the car. I winced as the door hit my leg, but didn’t make a noise.

“I-I’m so sorry. Are you alright? I am such a klutz! I am so sorry,” Greg sputtered.

“It’s ok,” I lied. In truth, my leg was now throbbing and I figured I would have a nasty bruise by the end of the night.

The drive to the theatre was nothing if not an awkward one. Jacob and Linda were talking non-stop, but Greg and I mostly sat in silence. This is why I disliked dates so much. Though I’d only been on a couple other ones, they had all gone similarly to this one.

“H-have you lived here your whole life?” Greg surprised me by being the one to break the silence.

“No, we lived in Colorado until I was seven,” I replied. “What about you? You live out of town?”

“Yes, in a little town in Arizona called Flagstaff.”

“How long are you going to be here?”

“Around two weeks.”

I bit my lip searching for something else to say. This conversation was pretty dull compared to the one I had been reading about between King Arthur and Sir Lancelot before Linda dragged me into this. Then again, I found most things dull in comparison to the marvelous adventures that happened in my books.

“What do you usually do for fun?” Greg interrupted my thoughts and I realized I hadn’t responded to what he had said last.

“Oh, well, I usually just stay at home and read,” I said simply.

“I see. So this isn’t what you’d normally be doing on a Friday night?”

I blushed and focused on the scenery that was flying by as we drove. “No, and honestly my sister surprised me with this tonight. I had no idea she was planning this.”

“I’m sorry that I’ve interrupted your reading,” he said, sounding truly apologetic.

I glanced back at him, taken back. “It’s not your fault. I’m sure you didn’t want to spend your vacation with a girl you don’t even know. Unless you did want to. Then it is your fault,” I chuckled to show him I was joking.

“Jacob surprised me too. I arrived this afternoon and he was throwing my suit at me and telling me to get ready,” Greg shrugged.

“You only arrived today? Golly, after such a long trip I would be exhausted,” I said.

“Oh, I am, believe me,” he laughed quietly.

“Then I am sorry that I am interrupting you resting.”

He waved away my apology with a flick of his wrist. “If we are to blame anyone, I say we blame my cousin and your sister.”

I laughed in agreement.

“What movie are we seeing anyway?” Greg asked.

“I really have no idea. Like I said, Linda sprung this all on me last second so I don’t know anymore than you do.”

He acknowledged my response but didn’t say anything. He already seemed less nervous and I realized I was too. Perhaps this wouldn’t be quite like the other dates I’d been on.

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So there’s part one!  I think it’s pretty cute so far and I can’t wait to see where this goes! 🙂

Anna Christine ❤

He Lives!

Happy Resurrection Day!

On Friday, I posted about Good Friday and well, why it’s good. In that post I said death did not defeat Jesus. We see that in John 20. I want to do a different kind of post here though. Instead of doing this like I did for my Good Friday one, I’m going to write about the resurrection in story form. Specifically from Mary Magdalene’s point of view, starting off from John 20: 11. 🙂

 

Mary’s eyes hurt from crying and her head ached as she stood outside the empty tomb. An image continued to go through her mind. Her Lord hanging on the cross, dying a horrible death when He did not deserve it. That picture would not leave her anytime soon, if ever.

And now He was gone. Literally gone. As if it wasn’t bad enough that they had killed Him, now someone had stolen His body. She stooped to enter, swiping at her never-ending tears. Her heart stopped as she saw two men dressed in a brilliant white sitting where Jesus had lain.

“Why are you weeping?” they asked.

“They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him,” she answered and turned to see another man standing there, but he was dressed ordinarily. He looked like the sort of man that would be a gardener.

“Why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” he said, his voice kind. Maybe he would tell her what had happened to Jesus. Maybe he had something to do with it.

“Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away,” she begged.

“Mary,” the man said in a dearly familiar voice, and suddenly she saw who He really was. Her heart burst with inexplicable joy.

“Teacher!” she cried. Her tears, now of happiness, streamed down her face as she tried to wrap her mind around the fact that He was here. Alive.

“Do not cling to Me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father; but go to My brothers and say to them, I am ascending to My Father and your Father, to My God and your God,” he said gently. She didn’t quite understand what he meant, but she did what He asked and ran to find His disciples. She had seen Jesus die, and yet He was alive! How could this be? He truly was God.

Mary burst into the room where the disciples were gathered. The room was silent and thick with grief. They all turned to look at her when she entered. She took a deep breath and said,

“I have seen the Lord!”

 

This is why I celebrate Easter. Not because of candy and bunnies.  I celebrate because Jesus lives, and because He lives, I can also.

Happy Resurrection Day 🙂

Anna Christine ❤

Spring is Coming

Spring is coming.

You can feel it.  Everything around you tells of its upcoming arrival.  Though trees are still bare and flowers have not yet bloomed, you know.

The wind whispers of a time soon to come.  A time with warm sunshine and spring showers.  Butterflies will be everywhere.  Birds will be building their nests.

Buds will turn into blossoms.  Snow will encase things in its’ cold shell no longer.  Windows will be opened to invite in the fresh air.

When night falls, the stars are free to be gazed at without a chill coming upon you.  Crickets will talk of their coming and goings.  The air will be clear.

Then, before you realize what has happened, it has come.  For several cold, dark months you have been dreaming of it.  Now it is here.

Finally, spring has come.

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This is completely random, but I like it.  I don’t write weird, poetic, abstract sort of things too often, but I was inspired by a breeze that felt like spring.  So here this is.  I hope you like it. 🙂

Anna Christine ❤

The Not So Princess and the Pea

Twenty mattresses piled high. A single pea. The search of a true princess. You know the fairytale. This is slightly different story. One not telling you of a princess, but of a normal girl who was given the impossible task of feeling a tiny pea under many mattresses.

 

I scurried through the wind and rain, looking for any kind of shelter. My walk from my town was no easy feat, as it required going through a quarry and the edge of the forest. Pair that with the storm, and my tendency of getting lost and it was no surprise when I looked around and didn’t recognize my surroundings.

I was soaked through when I saw it. A large house, almost hidden amongst a thick patch of trees. It was clear that it was the home of a very wealthy person, if not a family that was noble. I spotted a stable nearby and wondered if they might let me sleep there for the night.

I reached their ornate entryway and knocked. Eventually the door creaked open and a servant peeked around the corner. She started at the sight of me, as I was sure I looked awful.

“I am so sorry, but I seem to be lost. I was on my way home when this storm came upon me. I have no idea where I am, and I was wondering whether I could trouble you for a place to rest tonight. Perhaps the stable?” I asked.

“You may wait in here while I fetch Lady RaNila,” the girl opened the door wider and motioned at the impeccably clean foyer.

“Thank you,” I entered and looked around as she scurried off. Yes, the people who lived here were indeed very rich. Gold items were everywhere, and I thought if I were a thief I would be in heaven.

“Hello, may I help you with something?” a voice said behind me. I turned to see a young man standing, with a confused look on his face.

“Oh, um, a servant went to get her mistress so I should be alright,” I said.

“You’re dripping wet. Why don’t you come in here by the fire?” he led the way into a room where there was a large fire crackling.

“Thank you,” I said, not realizing I was so cold until I felt the warmth the fire provided.

“What is your name, girl?” a woman walked into the room. I assumed she was the Lady RaNila. She was positively dripping with jewels, and her clothing was of the finest silk. I suddenly became very self-conscious of my attire which was covered in mud. I shook my head at myself and straightened. I may not be rich, but I was a person, same as her.

“My name is Glaiza.”

“Lani said that you were lost, is that correct?” she said, walking over to stand beside the young man.

“Indeed I am. If you would be so generous in allowing me to sleep in your stables tonight, I am sure I could find my way back home in the morning,” I said, already inching toward the door. I did not like the look on Lady RaNila’s face, but in the next instance, it was wreathed in smiles.

“Nonsense, my dear! You may rest in one of our guest quarters!”

“What?” I blurted out without thinking. It took me a moment to register that the man had said the same thing. I looked at him, somewhat offended. Just because I knew I didn’t belong in a fancy house like this didn’t mean I wanted to be agreed with.

“N-not that we wouldn’t be delighted to have you, of course,” he sputtered nervously before turning to the woman, “B-but Mother, you aren’t usually so generous.”

“What on earth are you talking about, dear? That is simply not true,” she emphasized the last word and the man immediately blanched.

“Excuse me, but I really wouldn’t feel right imposing on you like this. I am fine with sleeping in the stable,” I said.

“No, that will not do! We shall prepare a room for you at once!”

I opened my mouth to protest more, but she held up her hand, stopping me. She floated out of the room, leaving me and the man.

“I am sorry, Miss Glaiza, but when Mother is determined, there is no stopping her,” he groaned, running his hand through his hair.

“No, I am sorry. I do not wish to be a burden,” I said.

“Do not worry about that. I’m Kendel, by the way.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” I gave a quick curtsey.

“There is no need to be formal,” he said. “In fact, if I endure any more formality, I may go mad.”

“You seem to have been born into the wrong social class then,” I chuckled.

“Indeed.”

We stood in only slightly awkward silence as I continued to soak in the heat from the fire. The servant, Lani, came into the room.

“Miss, if you would come with me we will get you into something less…” she surveyed my appearance with obvious distaste, “wet.”

I nodded in goodbye to Kendel and followed her through a few long halls until we reached what I assumed to be the guest quarters. The sitting room itself was twice the size of my family’s entire house. I certainly did not feel at home surrounded by such luxuries.

“This should fit you,” Lani held out a night gown and robe.

“Thank you,” I reached for them but she pulled away before I could take hold.

“You must get that filth off of you first,” she said before pointing at a tub.

“You work fast. How did you draw a bath so quickly?” I said in awe.

“I assume you can bathe without assistance?” she ignored my question.

“Of course I can,” I said, almost insulted.

“Good. There is a plate of food over there, and the bedroom is through the blue door. And yes, you must sleep on the mattresses. It is a requirement of staying here,” she said before promptly leaving me to myself.

“Mattresses? As in plural?” I thought. I opened the blue door and gasped. The room was the largest I had ever seen and it needed to be. There were mattresses stacked one upon the other, each smaller than the one below it, leading as a staircase to the top bed. It leaned against the farthest wall, but the bottom mattress covered nearly the entire floor.

“These people are crazy,” I laughed in utter shock. I turned away and went back to where the bath was cooling every minute I wasted. They were crazy indeed, but they were incredibly generous to peasant girls.

Once I was clean I ventured back into the bedroom. The stair case mattresses were as odd as the first time I saw them.

“You must sleep on the mattresses. It is a requirement of staying here,” Lani’s voice replayed in my head.

I carefully climbed all the way to the top, counting twenty mattresses.

“What sort of people sleep on twenty mattresses?” I thought, shaking my head. I settled myself under the blankets and closed my eyes. Although ridiculous, so many beds provided no discomfort. Soon enough, my long, trying day caught up with me and I fell soundly asleep.

 

The sun had barely risen when I exited the bedroom. I found my clothes had been washed and hung to dry. I changed and after making sure I looked presentable, I left the room. I met with Kendel as he was walking by.

“Good morning, Miss Glaiza,” he greeted.

“And to you as well,” I said.

“Would you like to join us for breakfast?”

“You have done so much already, I think I should set out and try to find my way home.”

“You should have something to eat first. I insist,” he said, leading the way to the dining room. I opened my mouth to protest more but my stomach agreed with him.

When we entered the room, Lady RaNila warmly greeted us.

“I trust you slept well?” she asked.

“Yes, very well. Thank you so much for letting me stay here last night,” I said.

“Y-you found your bed comfortable?” she said, seeming surprised.

“Very comfortable. Although if I may ask, why do you have so many mattresses stacked upon each other? I’ve not seen anything quite like it before,” I said, accepting the seat that Kendel held out for me.

“You didn’t feel anything odd? Like there was something under the bed that there shouldn’t have been?” Lady RaNila said.

“No.”

“Then you must not be her,” she sighed.

“Must not be who?” I said, confused.

“I cannot believe I have been so foolish! I let a… peasant girl sleep in my house!”

“Excuse me, but I made it quite clear that I was willing to sleep in the stables last night,” I stood, not sure of the reason behind her sudden mood change, but I did not like it.

“No, please sit. I apologize for my mother’s rudeness,” Kendel said, sending a warning glance to Lady RaNila.

“Would you be so kind as to explain why I was so welcome last night, and not this morning?” I said slowly, staying standing.

“Mother had this crazy idea that if you had been a true princess with extreme grace, poise, and all of that nonsense, then you would have not been able to sleep last night due to a pea she put under the bottom mattress. The idea is ridiculous, and I am truly sorry,” Kendel said hurriedly, obviously embarrassed.

“What on earth are you talking about? No normal person would feel a pea under twenty mattresses! And I could have told you that I was no princess!”

“That is for certain. Unfortunately, there has been word that the Princess of Liberana is in these parts and I was certain that you must be her. I see now how wrong I was,” Lady RaNila scowled.

“Why would you even think that? If I was a princess I’m sure I would not have arrived covered in mud. And why would you need to put anyone under such a strange test? A pea under a mattresses?”

“I will only allow a true princess to marry my son.”

“I have told her many times that I do not wish to marry a ‘true’ princess, whatever that means, but only a girl with a good heart. Yet she continued on with that silly test,” Kendel groaned.

“A girl with a good heart is nothing without high standing in society. And you cannot get any higher than princess,” Lady RaNila cried.

“You say a good heart is nothing without high standing in society? Lady RaNila, I beg to differ. I know a great many good-hearted people with not a penny to spare that are worth 10 of your high standing society folk. They would give the shirts on their back for their fellow man, and you say that if you had known that I was a peasant you would not have allowed me to stay the night, although you clearly have more than enough room. Your son seems perfectly amiable, and I dare say he has a good heart. Too bad he doesn’t seem to have gotten it from his mother,” I stalked out of the room, as I heard her gasp and Kendel applaud. I heard him follow me and took a deep breath before turning to face him.

“I am incredibly sorry for my mother’s actions. You are right. The social class one person is in has nothing to do with their goodness,” he then blushed slightly before saying, “Do you really think I have a good heart?”

“I do. You have been nothing but kind to me, and you did not think I was a princess once, did you?”

He shook his head.

“Then you are smart as well. I thank you for your kindness, Kendel, but I’m afraid I must be getting home now. I do not wish to keep you from your breakfast,” I said.

“Do you live in Sterling Creek?” he asked. I nodded and he continued. “I know the way. Would you do me the honor of escorting you home?”

“Your mother would not be pleased if you were to do so,” I said.

“I have been listening to whatever she tells me to do for far too long. I believe it is time for me to make my own decisions.”

“Then I accept your offer of escorting me home,” I smiled.

“Good. I shall go grab us something to eat for the road and we shall be off,” he returned the grin.

I stood in the hallway for a moment, contemplating all that had just occurred. Lady RaNila thought a pea determined whether or not a girl was a true princess or not? What silliness. The trueness of a person was not determined by how they could feel something under many mattresses, but by the beauty of their heart. And I knew that the beauty of my heart came from my Creator. So really, who needs the affirmation of a pea?

 

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Well, here is my first story that I am posting to this blog.  It’s not perfect, but I had fun writing it. 🙂

Anna Christine ❤