There was something familiar about
the prince – something that Ilona couldn’t quite put her finger on. She
puzzled over it as she followed him into the next dance. Was it his name?
Or something in his eyes? Who was he?
“How do you find your ball,
princess? I hope you enjoy dancing -- there seems to be an unending supply
of partners waiting for your hand.” His eyes twinkled as he nodded toward
the crowd of eager suitors.
“Have you been to Hanadil before?”
Ilona puckered her eyebrows. She was sure she had never seen him
before…and yet…
Detlef's eyes sought hers. “Do you
remember?”
Ilona pulled back ever so slightly
to study his face. “No.”
He grasped her hand and spun her.
“No, I didn’t expect you would.” He nodded toward the wall, where
another handsome raven-haired man lounged. “I and my two older brothers
visited when you were a very little girl. My oldest brother is here
tonight. The middle brother is already married.” He spun her again.
“I have but one small request of you, princess. If you are to dance
two dances with the North Country, let them both be with me. Leave my
brother out of this.”
Ilona laughed. “Are you
protecting him or me?”
“Both.” An enigmatic smile
flickered across his face. “You shall not have to dance with a
self-seeking prince. And he shall not have to face his little brother’s
wrath.”
Ilona pursed her lips, suddenly
sober. “I’m afraid I shall be dancing with a great many self-seeking
princes over the next few days.”
“Then may God grant you wisdom to
discern.”
The song ended, and he led her slowly
toward the throne. “Terribly short dances, don’t you think? I think
it’s a conspiracy to give every man a chance to dance with you.”
Ilona laughed again. “It is
very likely, I admit.” He released her hand and she climbed the steps
toward her parents.
“Was that Rowan’s youngest boy?” Her
papa squinted at the retreating dark-haired figure.
“It is. Do you know him?”
Ilona took her seat beside the king, hoping her suitors would give her a moment
to breathe.
“Rowan had some civil unrest in his
country over ten years ago. He sent his three boys here until he had
sorted it out. The youngest gave us a terrible fright – went completely
missing for a day and a half. He was an adventurous lad.” Her papa
shook his head over the memory, but his eyes twinkled.
“Your highness, may I present…”
Another crier stood before her, and behind him stood a balding ambassador
who looked eager to dance.
Ilona sighed.
Her papa winked at her. “One
more hour, sweet girl, and then we will retire for the night. Take the
time to talk to as many as you can until then.”
She stood up and kissed
her papa’s forehead. “And so my royal duties call me away to dance with
bald-headed men.” Then she followed the ambassador to the floor.
(by Esther Brooksmith)
This is awesome, keep up the good work!
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DeleteI am loving this soo much, Rowan is super intriguing !
ReplyDeleteLoving it ❤️ And Rowan seems like a great character
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