High in her castle, Princess Ilona of
Hanadil leaned over the windowsill. She
gazed past the gardens and fields to the distant dark line that was the Great
Forest. Somehow it felt both ominous and
welcoming. For a moment, Ilona frowned
in thought, but she was unable to decipher the strange flutter in her heart.
Behind her stood
her nursemaid, Cordula, smoothing Ilona’s golden hair. Ilona winced as the comb
caught a tangle. But Cordula only clucked her tongue, which meant “hold
still and we’ll be done sooner.” So Ilona shifted her focus to the
gardens below her. A warm breeze wafted
up, carrying the rich scents of late summer blooms.
Cordula sighed contentedly, as her
fat fingers deftly twisted Ilona’s long locks into a regal braid. “Aye, Princess, you are as lovely as the old
woman predicted. And your temperament just as sweet.”
Ilona smiled at the beginning of the
familiar story. Down below her, an old gardener caught sight of her and
bowed. Ilona waved to him before prompting Cordula with “What old woman?”
Cordula shook her head, a shadow of
mock apprehension covering her face, as it did every time she told the story.
“Perhaps I ought not to tell; I’d not like to give you nightmares.
I was there that day and it made my hair stand on end. That it
did!”
Ilona laughed, the sound ringing
merrily out her window and causing several more gardeners to look up and bow.
“I’m sixteen, Cordula…and not prone to nightmares.” She waved at
all the gardeners. “I think it is safe to tell me…for the twelve-hundredth
time.”
“Who is this, bragging about
her age?” the king’s booming voice intruded.
Ilona leaped from her chair,
ignoring Cordula’s cluck, and rushed headlong into her papa’s arms. Her
hair tumbled loose from the half-done braid, falling over her face as she
wrapped her arms around his broad chest and breathed in the familiar scent of
pine soap.
“There now.” He patted her
hair with a smile in his voice. “Sit for Cordula, and I will tell
you my news. It has somewhat to do with your age, after all.”
Ilona obediently took her seat
by the window, allowing Cordula’s skilled fingers to race through her hair.
Her papa reached for her hand,
entwining his fingers with hers. “Your mother was sixteen when I married
her. And your grandmother was fifteen when she was promised to your
grandfather.” He smiled fondly. “It’s high time we found you a
husband.”
Ilona’s heart leapt into her throat,
beating against its cage like a frightened bird. “Me? Marry?”
“Oh, hush, hush.” His big voice
softened, almost to a croon. “Marriage is nothing to fear. It’s
part of being royal. It is your duty to marry, just as it was your duty
to study under great tutors and to attend meetings of society. Those were
not scary, were they?” He released her fingers and patted her hand.
“And marriage is the most wonderful of all of them.”
Ilona was silent as Cordula swept
her braid up and fastened it against her head. The king nodded his
approval and offered an arm to his daughter. Moments later, they were
strolling through marbled halls.
“How will I find him?”
A smile tugged at the corners
of the king’s mouth. “For that, my dear, we shall throw a ball – one that
shall last for 7 days – in your honor. Tournaments during the day, and
dancing at night! The council has already sent the invitations.”
Her eyebrows drew together
worriedly. “Does it matter? Who I choose?”
“Indeed, it does. He must be a
man of noble character, kind, sincere, intelligent, strong. And he must
love you above everyone else. And, as he may one day rule, he must be
willing and able to do so with integrity.”
“But what of his rank and country?
Must I choose a Hanadil man? Or a foreign prince? Must he be
young or old?”
The king patted her hand.
“Hush, hush. You sound like our noble council, laying out their
ridiculous demands. I want you to marry
the man you love and who loves you.”
Ilona leaned against her papa’s
shoulder, a contented feeling nestling inside of her. “Like you and mother.”
Her papa’s voice was deep and
pleased. “Yes, like your mother and me.”
(by Esther Brooksmith)
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