A Fairly-True Fairy Tale, Part 2

For part 1 of this story, click here.

A special holiday, one that the princess would have spent with her family in the southern kingdom, and surely the prince would have spent with his family in Wisconsin, the two took a picnic to a beautiful sunny spot called Golden and Clear Creek park. The pair traipsed around the old pioneer town and enjoyed wine and hors d’ouevres on the flat rocks by the water. They adjourned to the Indian Springs where they got a little loopy from the over 100 degree water. The prince and Princess, although far from family and ones they loved, were with Mother Nature…and each other on the Easter holiday.

A few short days later, the Princess noticed that the tickets to a wonderful madrigal ensemble would be in the realm of Denver that week. The Arcade Fire band requested that guests of their musical event would dress in appropriate attire, so the prince and the princess followed their command. They danced and swayed and again, watched the commoners jumping and dancing with delight of the sounds and lights of the music. It was an amazing concert…one that the Princess wouldn’t have attended without a prince to escort her—she was relieved and happy that he was the prince who’d accompanied her. When they adjourned to her castle, her sidekick Petey barked, but ultimately approved of the prince.

The prince and the Princess shared their culinary talents and the prince even joined the Princess and some of her colleague ladies-in-waiting (although they were princesses, they were servants to a very fierce Queen), and their children to an amateur hockey game and dinner. The prince waited patiently and took many photographic remembrances for the princess…he was very conversational and good with the ladies-in-waiting and the small princes and princess. The Princess could hardly believe it. Did this prince possess the charm, intelligence, wit, and ability to be around different sorts of people from the different circles of her life? The prince made many bold and chivalrous statements to the princess, making those butterflies in her stomach flutter.

The prince and the Princess were very, very happy when they were together. Unfortunately, they both had to attend the needs of their kingdoms (and their respective Queen and King bosses). When one night, the princess felt unwell, the prince brought her soup and flowers and a pair of listening ears. Again, the Princess felt enveloped with the kindness and earnest manner of the prince. A few days later, the prince arranged for the princess to have a special birthday dinner at a neighboring manor in the Rocky Mountains, called The Stanley. The prince and the princess had a magical hike in the morning through the National Park (remember the king gave her a pass?) on packed snow with gentle snowflakes drifting down through the evergreen trees. The prince even followed the Princess’s magical (but slightly fragmented) sense of direction and they took a strange turn to a frozen lake in the mountains. They shockingly made it back to the Bear Lake where his steed awaited them.

The following morning, after the delightful dinner at the haunted manor, the prince and the Princess braved the wet and slushy snow to obtain special small-town Estes Park treats—spun cotton that was in fact candy, popped corn covered with a cheddar dusting, and decadent caramels, fudge, and ice cream. It was a strange turn of weather—for the season of May, that the sky would dump buckets of snow, but the prince just smiled and laughed at how delighted the princess was with the frosty powder, even when she threw snowballs at him.  The princess marveled that the prince didn’t complain about her trivial culinary desire, but promised that it was a birthday gift, and his princess should have what she requested. 

As was previously mentioned, the princess had been tired and frustrated with the dearth of eligible princes that had found her in the realm of Denver. She’d nearly given up on the possibility that her heart could find love, when the prince from strange dominion of  Wisconsin swept into her life. His words were always kind and gentle and his eyes a bright, happy blue. The moral of the story is simple…when a princess, no matter what adventures she’s had, gives up on searching for her prince, and becomes her happiest, healthiest self independently...well, the perfect  prince finds his way to her.

(And he sends her flowers for her birthday!)