A King Finally Finding True Love

As King of the Northern lands, I had everything. Everything that is except someone I love. Most people saw this as me being picky and selfish, but most women who came for me only wanted the riches and luxuries, not for me. So as king, I was going to do something I’ve never done. I was going to go out into the lands disguised as one of the people in search of love. I could only do this for the day though, so all the luck went to me today.

As I made my first steps through the village feeling like everyone else, no one actually noticed who I was. Stopping at the bakery for some sweets first, I was able to do things on my own and that felt nice. What was even better was that No one had to be obligated to treat me with respect, they could be their everyday selves. After the bakery, I was about to head to the town square when I saw a lone woman walking into the forest. It worried me a bit, so I followed her. For a while she was just walking, until she stopped at a pond where many beautiful flowers grew. Still at a distance from her, I watched as she picked some of the flowers. She had more purple than any of the other colors. “Is there a reason for a man to be following me? “ she asked, then turning around to face my direction. I didn’t even know she knew I was following her. I stepped out from behind the tree and towards her. I stopped from the opposite side of the pond.

“Forgive me, my lady. It only worried me to see a woman by herself wonder off into the forest. They are big you know, and you never know who’s out here.”

“It’s not filled with men like you who follow me?” She smiled. I laughed.

“I guess I’m showing the part, aren’t I?”

“I don’t mind company if you would like to stay for a while.” She was so beautiful. Beautiful as a spring morning. I began to pick flowers with her.

“What is your name?”

“Evangeline.” Evangeline.

“That’s a beautiful name.” She blushed.

“And what do they call you?”


“Like the King?”

“Yes, just like the King.” I only picked the purple flowers.

“Did your parents name you after him?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t exactly lying because my father’s name was Phillip.

“Must be a name to live up to.”

“It can be at times.”

“I think this is enough,” she said. I put the grouping of purple flowers in her basket.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you collecting so many flowers?” I asked.

“I like to give them to the ones who aren’t as fortunate as I am. It seems to brighten up their day and help them go through whatever it is they’re going through.” How selfless of a person.

“May I come with you?”

“You’d want to do that?”

“Of course, it seems like a wonderful idea.” She blushed again. We made our way back to the village talking about stories from our past and just getting to know each other. Soon we began to hand our bunches of the flowers until there were no more. After we went to the Vanic Lagoon. We sat against the trees and talked for hours upon hours. “This was a great day,” I said happily.

“Very unexpected, but great.” I turned to look at her eyes. “You know, you’re very much different from everyone else,” she said looking into my eyes.

“How so?”

“Most men are usually follow a woman into a forest to get what he wants and he always does. Did you get what you came for?”

“If you mean to find a friend, yes I did.”

“We’re friends?” Her smile widened.

“Only if you want to be.”

“I would love that, Philip.” I leaned in, closed my eyes, and my lips met her soft lips, along with the taste of sweetness and the the thought of love.


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