As you sit next to your fathers throne, looking upon your kingdom, discussing the upcoming marriage that your father has arranged for you to the Princess Jasmine that lives within the next kingdom, to explain to your father the King, that you have heard of this Princess, and that you don't like her that she is pompous, arrogant, and spoiled and that is using the words nicely! Your father is not detoured by your protests... Telling you that you must marry this Princess, that if you would not, that the two kingdoms could not combine, and as desperate as our kingdom needed the joining, for the sake of the people of the kingdom, that you MUST!
Thinking back to a time when all was well in the kingdom, and your father was not so overbearing to you, how happy those times were, the people in the castle, kinsmen and servants alike all happy and joyful. Now the economics of it all, you knew your father was right. The only way to be able to get the kingdom back to what it was, was to marry into another Kingship. Then your thoughts fall upon the fair maiden servant, Lynn. The one that you grew up with.
She came to the castle as a young child, but you don't remember by whom, or why, just that she was always a constant in your life. You and her, had shared everything in life, laughing and playing even when the other servants told her not to be with you, for you are the heir to this mighty Kingdom and she is but a mere servant girl. That never stopped us, we would sneak out into the gardens and play hide and seek or tag, running through the mazes, which surrounded the castle. We were indeed best friends, but it had never gone farther than that, we had never ever even kissed...
As word spread throughout the kingdom of the upcoming nuptials of Prince Anthony to Princess Jasmine, you noticed that the maiden Lynn had become desolate, quiet, keeping to herself more, never coming to visit you with the cookies and warm milk at night, as she would sneak them from the kitchen to bring to your room after everyone would be sleeping. Then we would stay up for hours talking and laughing... but it never went any farther, not that you didn't want it to, for you knew deep within your heart, that this was the woman you loved and it was tearing you up inside to know that you could never have her... Your father would never allow such a thing to happen!!
As the upcoming wedding was but a week away, you saw you fair maiden Lynn, working in the garden one evening, and you decided to go to her and talk to her... as you approached her, you noticed the silhouette of her lovely shape, her grace and style, as she bent to cut the flowers that were blooming and place them in the basket that she was carrying. She would first, touch the flower with her fingertips, examining the beauty and texture, then running her hand down the stem to find the exact place to snip the branch. She would cut it, bringing the flower to her nose and inhaling the marvelous scent of its fragrance... You watched in awe of this beauty, realizing that you loved her so dearly, and wanting her right now! The passions of all the years of the love growing for her all coming to a boil within your body, your hardness grew, from all this sexual energy that had been sitting dormant for far too long.
I felt a presence as I am standing there cutting flowers for my Prince's upcoming wedding, with much sadness in my heart. The tears welling in my eyes, because of the love I have had for my Prince for all these years, knowing that it could never be. I am but a poor maiden girl, and I have nothing to offer but my love and my self! As I turn and see you standing there, I begin to shake, I had been avoiding you, not wanting to let you know what I was feeling, and knowing that if we were together for any period of time, you would know. We were best friends and you could always tell when something was on my mind, and would not let me get by without telling you what it was, although I was the same with you as well, for we were friends and that is how friends are!
As you approach me, I tilt my head down to you as I curtsied...... You tell me arise my fair Lynn, as I do, you place you hand beneath my chin and making me look you in the eyes... you ask what is wrong... my eyes avoid yours as I reply, My Lord, there is nothing wrong just the powerful aroma of the flowers have brought tears to my eyes. You release the touch of my chin as my eyes turn to the ground.