Once upon a time...
If multiple people you know told you a guy was super sweet and super good looking, you would probably go out with him right? That was the case with Conan.
He was a professional sword fighter, extremely tall, strongly built, blue eyes, blonde hair, and tan. Everyone who had seen and met him all thought he was a catch. Therefore, I agreed to go out with him.
We went to multiple banquets before we found the right one. What was wrong with the other ones, I'm not so sure. However, I didn't argue with Conan about why he didn't know where we were going. While we were at the banquet, he began to tell me his life story. One of how his sword fighting career ending when his ex wife cheated on him and left him. I almost choked on my drink when I found out he was married. It was a gruesome two hours as I listened painfully to his heartbreaking story.
Afterwards we went and looked at some animals that were caged, where he began to ask about my kissing experiences. I was bewildered, because unlike him, I didn't get personal on the first date.
Conan and I rode back the castle in almost silence and he bid me goodnight. I wasn't planning on a second date. However, I'm a sucker for chocolates and flowers and when they surprisingly ended up on my doorstep later that week along with another date offer from Conan, I agreed to go.
We dated for about a month. It was a good month of him spoiling me, us running away from creepy men who wait outside the castle hoping to see me or talk to me, and no kissing or affection. Then he accidently got invited over for my mother's day of birth celebration. My family was chatting with him and brought up the great banquet we were having for her. It's royally rude to tell someone without inviting them, so Conan got himself an invite.
Was it horrible having Conan over for the celebration? Not at all. Was it moving too fast for myself, Princess Brailee? Absolutely.
My parents were attending a show one evening when Conan and I had a date planned. They invited us to attend, and who says no to the king or queen? No body. Therefore, Conan got himself yet another date with the royal highnesses themselves. Thanks to my introducing him to the family and parents, not once, but TWICE, he got the wrong idea. And after that, he wanted to be exclusive.
I was absolutely not ready to be exclusive so I politely declined. "I am just really busy with all of my duties right now," I explained truthfully. "I don't have the time to put in to a relationship." That did not go over well with Conan. "That is the most selfish thing I've ever heard from you," he said angrily to me. "It's not selfish. It'd be selfish to be exclusive with you and then not spend time with you," I replied calmly. "No, you need to put others before yourself," he snapped. "As a Princess, that's what I'm doing." After that I tried to end the conversation and things entirely with Conan, but the guy was not having it.
"You're still in love with your ex boyfriend aren't you?" he shouted at me. "My ex boyfriend? Really, Conan?" I said irritated that he'd even go there. "Yeah you are. I knew you were. I should have never dated you," he replied. "Just because your wife chose another man over you, does not mean I was. I tried to be upfront with you, but think what you want. I'm done here," I retorted and walked into my house.
For the next few months he sent me letter after letter. One would be angry and the next one he would be trying to take me out again. The next he'd be saying he just wanted to be friends and then he'd say how he can't get over me. Unfortunately for him, I do not like being called selfish. And I hate every ex boyfriend I have. Including my 'almost-potentially-could-have-been-an-ex' Conan.
And we lived happily never after...
