Once upon a time...
Who doesn't love a man with a title? I sure am guilty of it. Doctor, King, professional athlete, Knight...any of the above turn my heart and brain to mush. And the oh so eligible King Byron was no exception.
I first saw him at the place of worship. I took interest in him and found out he was a King, was from a different land, was ten years older than I, and single. He was tall, tan, dark eyed, and dark haired. He was already a king, so he was on the right path to being my prince charming! And he, King Byron, wanted to take me out. I agreed of course.
Byron showed up to my castle in the nicest carriage I'd ever seen, apart from my own. I was absolutely thrilled. Why hadn't I thought of going out with a king before!? We attended a banquet, in which we had a lovely chat. During dinner he said a few strange things that I should have been offended by, such as he "didn't think the night was going to go so well so he didn't plan anything afterwards." I was just too in awe over his age, looks, and title that I didn't really care.
We decided to go to the mansion he was staying at and figure out what to do there. When we arrived, we thought it'd be a fun experiment to make cookies, since neither of us ever needed to cook. It ended up being a blast. We got into a cookie dough fight, and then a water fight, there in the kitchen in the mansion. It was so unroyal like. It felt amazing! While the cookies were baking, he began to sing and danced with me in the kitchen. It was so cute. When the cookies finished, we ate a few and cuddled by the fireplace.
Byron leaned in, obviously to kiss me. I hesitated, because I usually have a three date rule. He was king, older than I, and I wasn't sure if I'd get another chance, so I threw all rules out the window and kissed him.
When he dropped me off at the castle later that night, he kissed my hand, and said he hoped to see me again. I said nothing, but hoped I'd see him too.
We planned a second date and I was super excited for it. I spent hours getting dolled up and put on my nicest dress. And then I waited in a room down the hall from the entry for him to arrive. And I waited. And waited. I was getting sick of waiting when two hours had passed. I told the servants I was leaving and if he arrived to tell him I was sorry, but I made other plans due to his tardiness. I grabbed my cloak and headed to the door. When I opened it, I saw Byron standing there, his arm raised about to knock.
"We have a date right?" Byron said acknowledging the fact that he knew it looked like I was about to leave. "That's what I thought two hours ago," I said. "I'm sorry. Can we still go?" he asked. I wasn't sure what to do, but I agreed we could still go.
The night was a little bit awkward, because I was not happy. However, it still went well. And we went out a few more times after that. There were also a few dates that he flat out didn't show up to. He always sent me a letter and flowers days later to apologize for not showing up. I believed he was sorry the first time, but I quickly realized he wasn't. And I quickly realized that there was a reason he was ten years older than me, was good looking, had a title, and yet was still single.
We grew apart and ended up not speaking for a while. One day when I was out and about doing my princess duties, I saw him out and about as well. Strangely enough, he pretended to not know me. A few people recognized the friendliness in my greeting to him and asked if I knew him. They also recognized the rudeness in the way he treated me and asked me why he blew me off. I told them we had dated and that I wasn't really sure why he treated me rudely. Maybe he didn't recognize me? I was confused about how we could have gone out so many times, and yet he still forgot who I was.
Byron didn't really forget who I was. Or at least he didn't forget who I was when he wanted something from me. He spoked to me a couple months after that incident, because he wanted me to set him up with someone. He was growing desperate in his old age, because he needed an heir to his throne. He'd dated girls everywhere else, but couldn't find what he was looking for. In our talk, he also wanted to inform me that I was an extremely emotional girl and that's why we didn't work out. I told him he was a jerk and that in a million years I'd never set him up with anyone I knew. And then he said that I was a witch and he understood why my ex's didn't want to date me anymore.
I ordered the king and queen have him be taken away from my land and to never be allowed to speak to me again.
And we lived happily never after.
