Charles slowly woke up as the sun shone through his windows. He rubbed his eyes as he woke from his dream world and slowly stretched out the muscles in his body. He looked around his room as he sat up in his bed. He saw the picture on his bedside table of him and his five brothers and his parents. They looked like such an average family but they weren't. Not in the eyes of Springfield at least.
Springfield was considered a small town that was isolated from the rest of the country. No one really visited and no one ever left. They decided that they wanted to break off of the country and create their own country. In order to do that, they needed a leader. That was when a man named Phillip Royal, Charles's father, volunteered to be the King of this new nation. The majority of Springfield agreed to have him rise to power so that's what started the royal family of the Kingdom of Springfield.
Now that Charles was the heir to the throne, he needed to find a wife to secure the family line. He wasn't having much luck, no matter how hard he tried. He had been on a few dates but none of the women seemed right. He wanted a kind woman who loved him for him and not because he was the heir to the throne. He wanted a woman with a good mind and who had a good head on her shoulders.
He glances over at the clock and noticed that it was nine o'clock. He got out of bed and walked over to the window and noted how blue the sky was and how he could feel the heat from the outside radiating through the window. He smiled and decided that he would go down for a nice walk in the park.
He went over to his closet and put on his short sleeved red shirt with some nice khaki pants. He slipped on a black windbreaker just in case there was a slight chill in the air. He put on some socks and white tennis shoes then walked downstairs to get some breakfast.
As usual his brothers were getting ready for the day of visiting shelters and hospitals and showing how caring their family actually was of other people. His mother was walking around their palace getting anyone that his father asked for. His father was usually in his office across from the dining room with papers piled up on his desk. He walked into the kitchen where their friendly, middle aged cook was cleaning the stove from where she had made breakfast this morning.
"Good morning Charles," Maria said, "do you want me to whip up something for you."
Charles smiled at the woman. Usually it would have been customary for her to call him Your Highness but this woman had become like family to them so it wasn't necessary. "No thanks. A bagel with butter will be fine. I'm going on a walk in the park so I don't want to eat too much.
"No problem, I'll get that for you." Maria said as she opened the bread cabinet to get out bagels then went to the refrigerator to get some butter. "So, are you going to the park in search of a special someone?"
Charles chuckled; she was really the only one he felt comfortable enough talking about this to. "Well, I would like to find someone but I don't know. It just feels like I'm not meant to find anyone.
"Nonsense," Maria said as she handed the buttered bagel to Charles. "There is someone out there for everyone and I know you'll find her, just give it time. You're only twenty- three."
Charles took a bite out of his bagel as he nodded his head. Maria was never the type of person who thought negatively. She always knew things worked out for a reason.
After he finished his bagel he turned to walk out of the kitchen, he came face to face with the Prime Minister with a slight frown on his face. "I'm sorry to disturb you sir, but your father would like to see you."
Charles rubbed his hands over his face. There was only one thing that he would want to talk about. "Yes, I will be right there. Thank you, Prime Minister."
The Prime Minister smiled and bowed before making his exit then Charles walked down to his father's office.
For the past few months, his father had been constantly setting him up with potential women. Sure, the women were very attractive but he never was into them. They all just seemed to fake. Charles wished his father would stop bugging him about it.
Charles walked into the King's office and he said, "Hello father."
King Phillip looked up from his papers. Since he had become King, wrinkles outlined the frame of his face. He looked tired and his hair was starting to grey. "Charles, I'm glad to see you son. I've found a fine suitable woman that I would like for you to meet."
Charles rubbed his forehead and sighed, "Father, not again."
"Yes, again Charles, you need to settle down and get married." King Phillip stood up and walked over to Charles to stand in front of him. "I want to make sure that when something happens to me, you'll have someone to stand beside you. Just like your mother has done with me."
Charles smiled. He had to admit, his father only wanted what was best for him but he wanted him to stay out of his love life. "Yes father, I understand. If I don't meet someone with in the next year, then I promise, I will let you set me up with anyone but until then I want to try myself to marry for love."
King Phillip sighed and shook his head, his son was more stubborn than ever. "Alright, I'll give you a few months but otherwise, I'm setting you up." The king shooting Charles a serious glare and went to sit back down in his chair. Charles bowed and left the room to continue on his walk.
He walked towards the park which wasn't far from his house. There was a slight breeze in the air but it felt good against the sun that shone down on him. The only problem with his walks was that any time a woman saw him, she would flirt with him. He had seen quite a few women like that but he just walked by them. He was friendly but he just couldn't flirt back with them and lead them on.
His father would have probably wanted him to stop and talk to them, but he just couldn't. He wanted someone who was genuine.
As he walked through the park, he noted how the birds were chirping and how many women were out walking their dogs or pushing their babies in strollers. As he continued his walk through the park, he noticed tall blue hair in the crowd of people. He mesmerized so he continued to push past some of the people and as he walked closer, he was more and more entranced.
There was a woman who was probably not older than her mid-thirties sitting on a park bench feeding some of the birds. He looked from her hair that he thought would be beautiful when it was down to her hazel eyes. He noticed how there was so much love and devotion in those eyes and he could tell she was a friendly woman. He looked from her eyes to her lips which had a smile on them. He noticed how her mouth curved into a beautiful smile that went up to her eyes. He went down the rest of her body and noticed her hour glass figure covered in a green dress. He took notice of her legs and thought about how smooth they looked. He felt a pull towards her and knew he had to get her attention.
He walked closer and saw an empty seat next to her. He decided he would sit down and see how she reacted. He walked up as if he was walking from behind and sat in the seat next to the woman. As he sat down, he was met with a pair of hazel eyes that he was admiring in the distance. She smiled at him and he smiled back. He looked down at her hands quickly and noticed how soft they looked but he also noticed a wedding band. He sighed to himself but then decided that he could still be friends with her even if she was married.
"Hello," the woman said as she smiled. He couldn't help but take notice of how nice her voice sounded to him. Sure, it had a scratchy sound to it but he liked it.
"Hi," Charles said as he returned her gaze and smiled back, "My name is Charles."
"Yes, I knew I recognized you from somewhere but I didn't want to say it unless I was wrong. I'm Marge Simpson."
