Fairytale chosen (24 page)

"If that's what you wish for, you should get a second chance," Lean said and went to meet Heera. She looked at him the same uncertainty she felt. Her request came in as surprising as for herself. She had not planned. He graduated as a friend in her arms and whispered close to her ear so only she could hear, "Thank you."

Erina could hardly concentrate on the words that were spoken in the ballroom. In addition to the throne stood on a small table, protected under a glass dome the golden rose, which she had bought for the Queen. Two petals were already wilted on the ground. How much time it remained until she had to return to the terrible beast? But strangely, the thought frightened them less than they would have expected. If Lean would decide against them, they would at least have a place where they could go. It was still better to live with a beast on a warm fireplace when freezing to death alone in the street.

The next day were the celebrations in full swing. Already the evening the prince should announce which three girls he had chosen for the next round. All feverishly against its decision. As a special surprise, he had invited the families of the five remaining elect, which it actually had only three. Erina had no family and Medea and Heera were sisters. Since Heera had decided the previous day for continuing to fight the prince, Medea had not spoken with her. She had locked herself in her room and refused to talk to Heera, but as now their common parents together with her little sister Elena entered the castle, with two girls the joy was boundless. Medea fell into her mother's arms, while her little sister Heera highly raised in the air, so they shouted aloud with joy. The father concluded his three daughters and his wife in his arms and held her for several seconds. He was glad that the family was now reunited.

"You look like princesses," said Elena was happy and looked between her older sisters back and forth. "The prince is sure you choose both on."

Heera threw Medea a conciliatory look, but they acted as if she had not heard what Elena had said. She took her mother by the hand and said, "Come, help me choose a dress for the ball. The Queen can bring me one for you and Elena. "

The mother was immediately very enthusiastic and wanted to go already with Medea, but then she stopped again and turned to their elders. She stroked Heera lovingly on the cheek. "I'm very proud of you. Now that you've become a proper lady. Also need help in choosing your dress? "

Heera grinned at her, amused. "I might not wear my pants, but that's why I'm far from being a doll. Just go with Medea. She needs you more than I do. "

The mother stroked her a stubborn streak from her forehead, kissed her and walked with her two younger daughters. The father was left with Heera. You noticed how he looked at her critically. Embarrassed, she looked at him. The bad conscience gnawed at her.

"Your mother is right. You look different! "He said, but gave no sign whether he approved of their development. "You protected your sister and not only that, even the prince you've saved. The whole empire talks about your exploits. "

"I did not do it for fame," said Heera clear.

"You did it out of love," the father said, without that they would have to explain more. "I see it in your eyes. Not even you can defend yourself against it. "

Heera felt caught and could no longer hold back her tears. She began to sob and her father threw in his arms. "Father, I miss you for a better life," she confessed, weeping.

He held it by yourself in order to look her in the eye can. "For God's W Illen, what's happened? I've seen you cry last five years, "the father full custody uttered.

Heera confessed to him that she had turned down the offer of a county for her family to continue to fight the prince's heart. She expected that her father would despise them for it, but he only smiled.

"My dear child, I am incredibly proud of you. Only now you are truly fearless. "

"Then why do I feel weaker than ever?" Sniffed Heera. "When the prince chooses both against me and Medea, we will have nothing. I could turn all of our lives for the better. " Although she had one wish him free, but they would never have dared to for an entire county to be desired, although it would lean her certainly not denied. But she had the vague feeling that she would need to request again and wanted to keep him until she felt that the time had come to redeem him.

"Do not worry. We have always managed to make ends meet, and nothing will change even now. In addition, the Prince would be an idiot if he would decide against you. "

Heera drew outrage in a breath. "But Father, how sayest thou about the prince! He is our future king! "

Theo started laughing and Heera coincided with. He used it must always admonish to respect for the royal family. "Prince or not, he should be lucky to have won your heart."

"What about Medea? She will hate me if he should decide for me and against her. "

"Your sister is over there to get over. You are a family and that will prevail in the end. "

"Are you really? Medea is already mad at me. "

"You would not forgive her if the prince would choose it?"

"But of course, I would be happy even for them."

"Your sister there is no other way, it's just not used to, that you are a competition for them. Take her through the motions is not evil, it does not mean that. "

Heera felt encouraged by the words of her father and nodded confidently. She wiped the tears from her face and poked him playfully in the ribs. "I hope you brought enough hunger. The food at the castle is delicious! "

There were only a few minutes, until the elect would enter the ballroom. Medea stood ready dressed in front of the mirror in her room. Elena and her mother had already proceeded.

Her knees were shaking and she was more nervous than ever before in her life.

"Smile, beautiful Medea", chirped the lark out of their cage in front of the window. Instant Medea rendered their prompt sequence. "Oh, dear lark, I wish you were the prince, then I would not worry ."

"If I were the Prince, so my choice would long since fallen," the lark said approvingly.

"What if he decides against me?"

"He will not."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Trust in your heart!"

"I love him, but what if he does not feel the same for me? What if he decides to Heera and send me home? "

"Your sister would be very happy. You risked everything to save the prince. Your kiss has freed him, "the Lark reminded her.

"Why did she fall in love just in the Prince? If she had fallen in love with one of his friends, I would be happy for them. But how can I give her the happiness when my own heart is breaking it? "

"You could give another your love."

"Never!" Medea said firmly.

"Do not you love me?"

"I love you more than anything else, dear lark. But you're just a bird, "the girl sighed sadly. "If you had only an enchanted prince, I would marry you on the spot."

"A prince I am not," lamented the lark.

"And so I can only hope that I was able to gain lean for me. Wish me luck! "She blew her little bird a kiss with his hand to and joined with a beating heart out of the room.

Prince Lean was restless beside the throne of his father. He had to make a decision before he had feared from day one. As the selection had begun, he had been annoyed and wanted it as soon as possible get it over with. For him, all the girls were the same: Imaginary goats that were just behind his crown her. But he could have no longer fooled. Perhaps some of the girls were actually more interested in his status as him, but that was not so easy to see through. But he had at least some of the girls so far met that he knew that behind them put a lot more than it did seem at first glance.

As would Daphne, whom he had chosen the first. She was a charming and graceful appearance and his friend Silas was completely crazy about her. Although he did not share the same enthusiasm, but he also learned to appreciate Daphne. She knew what she wanted and did not hesitate to take it up. Assertiveness was an important feature for a future queen. She had at his side rule the kingdom and could not hesitate. You would be a strong partner.

Xenia was visually just as irritating, more reticent it in its essence. She would fall slightly to make friends at the court and it would be an asset to any solemnity. No other girl could dance elegant than her. Even she made with her crooked legs beside her a good figure. Maybe they would be able to use her in government issues not advise, but a dance with her would make him always forget any worry.

Erina had a gentle and loving nature. It seemed as if she could do any animal or person any harm. You would be a benevolent queen who would put the welfare of their people and satisfying stay. The people would worship her. He liked Erina particularly like because she never tried to impose it. At the same time he could see how much she enjoyed his company. In addition, the thought pained to send them back out into the cold. She was completely alone in the world and did not even have a roof over his head. She was one of the poorest of the poor.

Medea was beautiful, intelligent, loving and talented beyond measure. Her voice was unique, just as she was. He had spent with her a wonderful day and for the first time in the choices he really regrets not a girl to kiss. If the curse had not been, he would have done it. He did not know if he was in love with her, but at least he was crazy about her. However, doubts about him had come, whether Medea really belonged to a throne and not rather on a stage. He had seen how they had blossomed in the theater. While they might as Queen sing every now and then for the people or a piece list, but not much time remained for her. Ultimately, it would be just as trapped as their lark in a cage. If he were to ask her, she would insist that it would be exactly what they have always dreamed of, but could he really believe it? Maybe she did not even once, and her heart really longed.

And then there was Heera. No matter how often he thought about it, they always seemed to stand in the mist. Only he had the impression that the castle was the worst place in the world for her and she despised him and his entire family. She had made him curious by their defense behavior. Unlike the other girls she had been a challenge and it had irritated him to prove to her that he was completely different when she accepted well. But in fact, they had shown him that in her more stuck than the rough facade, which she wore to the outside. Heera was braver than any man, but deep down inside she was vulnerable. She had given him for brief moments insight and since he could no longer imagine a life without them. They had become friends, or at least thought the lean until the black witch had cursed him. Only the True Love's Kiss had to free him and just Heera had given him this. She had more feelings for him, this miracle was different not to explain. But even if he could not see them on the throne. She was a heroine and all the people celebrated and admired her, but there was more to be queen. Heera would boring at every celebration to death. They would complain about the too narrow and scratchy clothes. Life in the castle would deprive them of their freedom and they would no longer be the same. The wanted Lean not do that to her.

But how should he decide to do? He wanted none of the girls hurt and even though he had already learned so much about it, he did not even long enough to know. His mother noticed his uncertainty and reassuringly patted him on the arm. She had previously given him her own choice as advice on the way: Daphne, Erina and Medea. But the final decision lay with him. He could add it, but what if he would repent for the rest of his life? In addition, would also arrive this evening the four princesses. He could not now decide how should then only be with them? Lean could not remember to have ever been so desperate to.

The trumpets announced the arrival of the elect and tore him from his thoughts. All conversations ceased and the guests looked eager to de n large double doors. A red carpet led from there to the throne.

His father spoke up. "Dear guests, today is an important day in my son's life. Today he will opt for three girls who must continue to fight for his love against four lovely princesses. Five girls are left. You have already achieved great things and deserve our respect. Greeted with me the first of them. "

A trumpet blew the start-up tone and the doors were opened peppy.

"Daphne, seventeen, only daughter of the merchant Jannis, first elect."

Her curls shone like pure gold and fell loosely over her chest. On her face was a confident smile and her slender but shapely body was hidden in a pink dress from the finest silk. Gems ornamented the hems and sparkled in each of its graceful movements.

One of the guests cheered very loudly. Even whistled through his teeth. He could hardly raving with enthusiasm. It had to be her father, d hen other relatives did not seem to haven. Daphne gave him a kiss before she reached the throne and bowed low before the royal family. Then she stood on the right side on a small pedestal, so that all could admire it.

Renewed trumpet drew attention again to the large double doors.

"Medea, sixteen, second daughter of the farmer Theo, second elect."

As Medea entered the hall, all held their breath. She looked stunning in a blue dress, which had been occupied from top to bottom with sparkling stones. At each step, they shimmered like a whole starry sky. Her long, dark hair fell smoothly down the spine. She had nervousness flushed cheeks, making her look even lovelier. Her parents and her younger sister looked at her admiringly. Medea waved at them briefly before they greeted the prince and his parents and Daphne climbed on the podium.

Once again sounded the trumpet.

"Heera, nineteen years old, first daughter of the farmer Theo, third chosen one."

There she stood, in a simple green silk dress. It was not as fine as the other girls, although Lean had never seen her more beautiful. Her brown hair fell Heera’s in gentle waves over her shoulders and her eyes had the usual challenging look, but he could see her uncertainty at each step. Others perhaps did not notice, but Lean she had now enough to know to notice the twitching of her little finger itself. She was the first to elect who scanned the amount targeted for her family. When they found her, her face lit up. The father smiled at her happy and the mother held a handkerchief in her hand, with which she wiped with emotion the tears from her eyes. Apparently she had never seen her daughter in such a fashionable dress. Her younger sister stared at both stunned and fascinated.