Universe: The Prince’s Flowet (an original work by yours truly)
OC: Prince Daniel, The King, Ms. Ivy, and Caroline
“Father? Who is that girl out there?” Prince Daniel looked out his window to see a girl with unruly red hair walking through the a small garden with someone who could only be presumed as the governess.
“That is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Abrams. I believe her name is Caroline.” The king smiled at the young girl who couldn’t be a day over eight for she was quite petite.
“Why didn’t we get to see her?” Daniel looked at his father with curious eyes. “I thought I was supposed to see all of the families? I’ve seen everyone else’s children.”
Henry tried to supress a smile but failed. “Well, they were all closer to your own age. You’re fifteen, Daniel…some archaic families believe that’s close to marrying age.”
Daniel’s face turned to one of disgust. “That’s ridiculous, Dad.”
“That may be so, but it is still true. Would you like Carson to stop the car so that you can see her?”
The young prince thought for a minute and then nodded. “I can’t see the harm in it.”
The car was instantly stopped and the young prince stepped out of the car making his way to the pair in the garden. He didn’t know what possessed him to meet the girl, perhaps it came from the desire to talk with someone who was younger than him as opposed to older or nearer his own age.
“Ms. Ivy? What is this called?” The child had picked up a flower and held it up for her companion to see.
“That is called a daffodil, Caroline. They are meant to represent faith, honesty, and truth. They are vigiliant for they come every spring, even after the harshest of winters.” The governess had knelt down next to Caroline and helped her examine the petals, the color, as well as the stem.
Caroline laughed and turned around to pick another flower when she spotted him. “Ms. Ivy…” she whispered, pointing to Prince Daniel.
The governess looked up and smiled at the prince. She stood up and dropped a respectable curtsy before turning her attention to Caroline. “It’s rude to point, child.” She whispered something in her ear before pushing the little girl forward. She walked towards him and then dropped a curtsy of her own.
“Hello, Your Highness. I’m pleased to meet you.”
The prince bowed as well finding her to be quite intriguing. “You must be Caroline, right?”
The little girl nodded. “Yes Your Highness. This is my governess Ms. Ivy.” Caroline looked back at her teacher. “We’ve been having a science lesson, Your Highness.”
“I see. What have you been learning about?” Prince Daniel situated himself on one of the garden benches.
“Flowers today. Ms. Ivy has been teaching me about how flowers grow and what flowers mean.”
“What’s been your favorite so far?”
The young girl’s face became one of pure concentration. “I guess they’re all my favorite because they are all so pretty.” She giggled and did a little dance.
“What about you? Do you have a favorite?”
In truth, Prince Daniel did and he wondered if this garden would have one. “It would have to be purple lilac.”
“We have those over here, Your Highness.” Ms. Ivy gestured to the flowers he had just mentioned.
The young monarch smiled and rose to his feet allowing the ten year old to guide him along. “Why are they your favorite?” She asked as she knelt down to look at the purple blossoms.
“It too is a symbol of spring.” He plucked a blossom and handed it to the young girl. “They represent a…beginning of sorts.”
Caroline looked at him in confusion and Prince Daniel apologized. “I’m sorry. I’m not very good with explaning things.”
The child nodded and smiled. “Don’t push yourself,” she said, looking up at him. “That’s what Ms. Ivy always says. I get very excited sometimes and want to say everything I want at once and nothing sensible comes out.” She stood up and brushed the dirt off her dress and held the purple flowers closer to her heart.
The prince chuckled and rose to his feet. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Caroline.”
She nodded and dropped a curtsy. “And you, Your Highness. You’ll make a great king someday.”
Caroline watched as the prince bowed to her and to her governess. He made his way back to his car and they drove out of sight. “I never expected to see the Prince today, Ms. Ivy!”
Caroline looked down at the purple lilac in her hands. “I think I’m ready to continue my lessons now, Ms. Ivy. I have a lot of learning to do.”
“Really? What are you preparing for?”
Caroline smiled and pressed the flowers to her cheek. “I’m going to marry a prince one day, Ms. Ivy!”